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

Born alone, work alone, die alone

Everyday calling my mom on her cellular phone.

Bitch, they call it motor city

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

Baby im in the zone

Put my number in your phone

From now on dont call me lriss call me the examiner

You just need to know i’m comin’, i’ll kill you niggas this summer

I'm winning cause ricky made my mistakes known

Ya like that let me know on my the phone

And i can see us after school, we'd bomb

Call me soulja boy, i turn my swag on

Im on my drooly gooly shit,call me rl stine, pull out the power drill take ur spine,

My dawgs got rabies, they bitin each otherand it ain't hard to find a friend like mine

Cause after all the lights and screams

Call me on your eighteenth