This is a song about "Cell phone"

The numbers unknown, hang up the phone

Yeah, you can tell em i’m home

Tactical, my brains cell are individual

If we wasn't so original, then we'd be criminal

Zoned out face in a cell phone - imprisoned

Every nigga can't dunk, some white man can jump

For imitatin the off switch like i'm on top of my own

Everyday calling my mom on her cellular phone.

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

Born alone, work alone, die alone

And don't you bring your camera phone

Don’t hit my twitter, leave me alone

Witches evil spell, angry convict in the jail cell

Now you finna cut your hair, you waiting to excel