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

Don't worry bout a thang baby

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

Hit towns with coke, a .45 blue as chrome

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

A lotta hoes in my phone

Soon as i come home

Call me on your eighteenth

When you're reachin' your dreams

Call me soulja boy, i turn my swag on

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

On my phone miss havin you around

Meek milly racked up racked out

Staring at nothing on my phone but a cyber clock

Bitch, i hit one button, my roof open like a hard spot

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

I'm gettin paid for my trade but i'm still realand if you look between the lines you'll find a rhyme