This is a song about "Cell phones"

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

A king's assassination is why most often fear the hell

Everything i wanted never seem so close

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

And all these bitches that i hung with ain’t doing too well

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

All on their phones, they had other plans.

In that pretty red dress, let's dance

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

All because i heard that he was talkin' to danielle

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

Y'all niggas #got #no #lines like a whole line of #cordless #open #phones

Nigga trying to live like hova, but well

Left to fester in a prison cell

Calling niggas really knowing they dont give a hell

There is no where you can run your in the cell