This is a song about "Callin with pay phones"

Listen deeper than the music before you put it in a box, wolf gang

Ball in hand, with callin stands, i looked at you and never saw a man

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

So many haters, callin' me faker, money maker.

Pay my dues, go to school, pierce the game with verbal knives

Just remember us from time to time when you drop them lines

If we ain't right and always at the throats

I got more bars than fully charged cell phones

Then all i really want is for her to go down low

Just to pay to eat and sleep with fuckin heat on tomorrow

Treble like the radio cause everything was fair play

Because i'm workin' jobs to help my mom with my lowly pay,

Fly nigga couldn't tell me nothing different homes

Playin' cee-lo, rolling dice, and talkin' on their mobile phones,