This is a song about "Cell phones"

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

Witches evil spell, angry convict in the jail cell

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

So they just keep going, saying nigga in his face

Phones booming got the police on the chase,

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes

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

I'm like the man on mars; i'm high as hell

Left to fester in a prison cell

If we ain't right and always at the throats

Pounding on the stereo, in my head phones,

Calling niggas really knowing they dont give a hell

Been calmer than dahmer up in a prison cell

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

What you thought you was escapin welcome to your cell