This is a song about "Cell phone"

So don't follow me home

A lotta hoes in my phone

Nobody forgets their first time in a cell.

Imitated out-of-toners wasn't going well

Like dammit you the shit you do it so well

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

Niggas say goddamnniggas is funny as hell

These wack bars imprison me like i'm raised in a cell,

Young and dumb as hell, businesses i'm running well

Now all cuzza you i'm fuckin dying in this cell

The numbers unknown, hang up the phone

The kings get killed very least overthrown

She got a fat ass, she prolly know me well

To drag his lying ass back to his padded cell

Lets get fucked up to the bone

But the minute i took out my phone