This is a song about "Broken phone"

But girl you got me open

Are grieving and broken

Like that drop out who created my phone

I got a love jones for your body and skin tone

He vanished just like a fad, no kiss, no phone,

This nigga jasper trying to get grown

Why? coz the silence had to be broken

Dub a.l.e., such a son of a gun

Little latasha sho' grown

A lotta hoes in my phone

Come on girl, close your eyes pretend that your home

Chicken bone, not a phone, chicken bone, not a phone

Uhh, got a hundred on the dash, young

Streaks are made to broken

They be like where

Broken beyond repair,