This is a song about "Cellphone"

Chronic in my system, liquor in my cup

Pardon me if i'm sweating you but

I told y'all that i would never sell out for all those national radios,

Cause you know, aside from me strugglin' or coming up in one of the most

I was even influenced by my taxi driver,

If its not couture, i will not go to her

Let's land in the land where the famous stay

Cause it's friday, it's blacc friday

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

This nigga jasper trying to get grown

Whip, plane, motions own

I need a ring, like a phone

Land of the men and the brave,

Wordplay for days, smoking haze for days

I'm just here to have a good time

Almost at the finish line