This is a song about "Bt mobile"

Notice everything it wasn't. realizing why it shouldn't ever be again

Bt i will never quit...cos my idols are eminem and little wayne...

Everybody judging off a single i ain't even pick

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

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

Like tapping in the mobile phones, in my chromosomes,

I'm definitely in a class of my own

I turned down a quarter mil to pitch a mobile phone

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

Might be leaving with me before the night is through

Rozay told me break a leg no wonder why i care again

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

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

Your just a mobile pile of shit like a porta potty,ill destroy your hobby

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

She got cold feet, my love will be the sun, get it done