This is a song about "Call me on my 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,

You didn't even talk to me on the phone

Come on girl, close your eyes pretend that your home

Get ya money up, jewelry tight, swagger right

I keep texting on my phone for the whole night

Paparazzi, magazines: please leave me alone

Everyday calling my mom on her cellular phone.

I'm not an asshole i just don't give a fuck a lot

Staring at nothing on my phone but a cyber clock

And you acting grown, doggy you ain't back at home

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

Heart made of stone

Stop blowin up my phone

From now on dont call me lriss call me the examiner

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir