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

I go, in when i start putting words out

On my phone miss havin you around

Shit ain’t better alone

Put my number in your phone

And ignores all my phone calls just to disturb me

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

I gave ya'll wizardry with my hands

Pirelli on my tires, call me 6 bands

A lotta hoes in my phone

She ain't tryna go low, go head home

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,

Everyday calling my mom on her cellular phone.

Though surrounded by an entourage, i feel like i'm alone

The streets in need of a king, you can tell 'em i’m home

My mother walkin' in, saw i was on my phone