This is a song about "Cell phones"

I gotta make it even if heaven or hell

To drag his lying ass back to his padded cell

Imitated out-of-toners wasn't going well

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

Riding shotgun uptown,blowin out the bubble

Tactical, my brains cell are individual

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

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

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

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

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

I got more bars than fully charged cell phones

Funny, right? ha-ha, this shit's jokes

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

Now all cuzza you i'm fuckin dying in this cell