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

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

Cuz if i hit it now these feelings take a different route

Once considered a rogue, i was chilling alone

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

Young money, cash money so strong, keep scorin’, i’ma bring it on home

Uhh im underated but i got multimillion dollar songs on my phone,

Murder for murder, the beef recycled is light

I keep texting on my phone for the whole night

You didn't even talk to me on the phone

This nigga jasper trying to get grown

Candy on my skull can call me a child

Doggy, i'm from the land of grind

Zoned out face in a cell phone - imprisoned

Go on, suck it up; but hurry, i got nuts to bust

Born alone, work alone, die alone

Ya like that let me know on my the phone