This is a song about "Cellular automata"

And you acting grown, doggy you ain't back at home

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

Everyday calling my mom on her cellular phone.

Proud of it all defensive fuck i'm rocking alone

Hit towns with coke, a .45 blue as chrome

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

You cowardly-hearted, you couldn't make it on your own

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,