This is a song about "Cell phones"

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

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

Zoned out face in a cell phone - imprisoned

The club underwater, have em running out the front

Calling niggas really knowing they dont give a hell

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

Colosseum cell bars, 2 men enter no space

Nothing but my dreams matterhoping for better days

What you thought you was escapin welcome to your cell

Cause i feed you well. every sneaker, hell

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

I know i'm forcing myself to escape my cell

To drag his lying ass back to his padded cell

Only getting high cuz we closer to hell

She got a fat ass, she prolly know me well

There is no where you can run your in the cell