This is a song about "Call me on my cell phone"

Everyday calling my mom on her cellular phone.

Whining and complaining about when you coming home

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

Better than college, after that, students home

Stop blowin up my phone

So beat me to the bone

On my phone miss havin you around

Out of this 3rd rock, nigga air it out

I remember the phone call to my house my mom kicking me out,

But it don't feel half as good as grandma saying she's proud

And ignores all my phone calls just to disturb me

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

If that's case, then my phone gone drop me

Could i make you my baby

I'm definitely in a class of my own

You didn't even talk to me on the phone