This is a song about "Cellular respiration"

Everyday calling my mom on her cellular phone.

You gon' miss a good thing, end up bitter alone

I'm definitely in a class of my own

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

This nigga jasper trying to get grown

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

Playing with fire is a danger zone

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

Cardiac arrest, respiration, you'll be oxygen chasing