This is a song about "Breaking phones"

I used to sell them things in triangles

I'm breaking free of these shackles

Nigga ain't bad, see, niggas just had

Like heisenberg, now we're breaking bad,

With my hand under oath, i recite these quotes

Pounding on the stereo, in my head phones,

And i like the hoes that need passion

25. phones gonna blow when you get the call in,

Proud of it all defensive fuck i'm rocking alone

Gasping for phones, but ain't nobody even home

Breaking rules are for fools

So cool, my bitch got no shoes

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

Karma inescapable my thin ice breaking,

Penncounting pennys over tha years

Im just breaking barriers