This is a song about "Cell phone"

Colosseum cell bars, 2 men enter no space

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

You gon' miss a good thing, end up bitter alone

Baby im in the zone

I need a ring, like a phone

I know i'm forcing myself to escape my cell

And even if i do i know my momma gon be well

You left your nigga on his own

But the minute i took out my phone

Stop blowin up my phone

Soon as i get home

To drag his lying ass back to his padded cell

Now you finna cut your hair, you waiting to excel