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

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

Ha - so gifted, do it truly

Proud of it all defensive fuck i'm rocking alone

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

Stop blowin up my phone

Stop blowing up my cellphone

Staring at nothing on my phone but a cyber clock

Couple of foreign cars that i ride, no top

Come with me, to madrid thats where real play

You ain't even call me on my birthday

Inhibitions is gone, she just want to be known

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

You gon' miss a good thing, end up bitter alone

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

Call me on your eighteenth

Tw-tw-twelve carats and that's all ears