This is a song about "Cable internet phone"

So it's gonna go on the internet

Cop me air ones, hon, lime and red

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

I miss my cable tv

Everyday calling my mom on her cellular phone.

And one day you're gone grow to be a rolling stone

Be shy when we're all alone

A lotta hoes in my phone

Stead of havin to learn from internet sites/

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

Must be something you want me to see

I'm scary, cable guy like larry

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

The anonymity of the internet makes idiots brave

Tell your girls, to come join our table

Direct flow like cable, born in a stable.