This is a song about "Cell phone"

Put my number in your phone

You left your nigga on his own

Cnn, nbc, cbs, creep in my home

Stop blowin up my phone

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

Thought she hot i swear, probably rougher than hell

Everyday calling my mom on her cellular phone.

And all these peasant motherfuckers take shots at the throne

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

I gotta make it even if heaven or hell

Now you finna cut your hair, you waiting to excel

What you thought you was escapin welcome to your cell

There is no where you can run your in the cell

Niggas say goddamnniggas is funny as hell

Cause i feed you well. every sneaker, hell

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