This is a song about "Cellular respiration"

So i parked in a tow-away zone

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

This nigga jasper trying to get grown

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

Proud of it all defensive fuck i'm rocking alone

Cardiac arrest, respiration, you'll be oxygen chasing

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Everyday calling my mom on her cellular phone.

Fuck the source, i'm on cover of rolling stone