This is a song about "Cell phones"

Been calmer than dahmer up in a prison cell

Well that didn't go well, let us try to make it swell

Fly nigga couldn't tell me nothing different homes

Pounding on the stereo, in my head phones,

It's as if the phones, tablets and ipods have turned into cyborgs,

It's going down in history, the way i valet two doors

Thought she hot i swear, probably rougher than hell

I know i'm forcing myself to escape my cell

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes,

Instead they talking bout some thunderstorm, cyclones

I got more bars than fully charged cell phones

Cause i feed you well. every sneaker, hell

What you thought you was escapin welcome to your cell

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

It's 6 am, i'm solitary, calling with pay phones