This is a song about "Blowin up my phone"

You gotta learn how to walk on your own

I fought back, now my parents are on the phone

Whining and complaining about when you coming home

Everyday calling my mom on her cellular phone.

Stop blowin up my phone

Now i'm in the zone

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

And firm his beliefs... his heart made of stone

Young money, cash money so strong, keep scorin’, i’ma bring it on home

Uhh im underated but i got multimillion dollar songs on my phone,

But the minute i took out my phone

Blowing head back, bottles by the zone

Playin with fire is a danger zone

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,