This is a song about "Cell phones"

Colosseum cell bars, 2 men enter no space

When the relay starts i’m a runaway slave

In that pretty red dress, let's dance

All on their phones, they had other plans.

To drag his lying ass back to his padded cell

Cash and hell rell. zeek doin' 3, he even fell, hell

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

I like to think i write and rap as tighter than some biker shorts

Highest form of affection, physical connection

25. phones gonna blow when you get the call in,

Like tapping in the mobile phones, in my chromosomes,

And them hating ass niggas, we ain’t like those

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

Rappers talk shit, they got no lines like cordless mobile phones,

Playin' cee-lo, rolling dice, and talkin' on their mobile phones,

That they probably be in the closet of old folks