This is a song about "Cell phone"

She like, girl you wrong running away from home

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

Thought she hot i swear, probably rougher than hell

And the only block he's reppin' is a h-block cell

Hoping you well, i know it's hell

Left to fester in a prison cell

This nigga jasper trying to get grown

And don't you bring your camera phone

Smoke one stack straight to my dome

Stop blowin up my phone

Calling niggas really knowing they dont give a hell

It doesn’t matter whether i’m locked up in a prison cell,

Now you finna cut your hair, you waiting to excel

Nobody forgets their first time in a cell.