This is a song about "Bt mobile"

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

Bt i m still writing my rap which is lyrical and melodious....

And u aint a stage artist. ...bt u still have to hold my black mic

I don't care about your drive unless you talkin' ridin' dick

Like tapping in the mobile phones, in my chromosomes,

I'm love stoned from everywhere and she knows

Bt i'm the loco motherfucker who had gotton you slain

Flyest nigga in this bitch, and i don't even own no chain

Electric chair i don't deserve the fun

Bt well this is rap and u write a poem..

Bt i m sure dat my dick for u will be t pain

Who do you blame? it's a shame because the man's slain

Rappers talk shit, they got no lines like cordless mobile phones,

Wouldn't it be nice if the banks didn't fuck up the loans

I just reflect on how i ain't met you, yet boo

Bt i know one thing that i'm nothing widout u