This is a song about "Cellular respiration"

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

Everyday calling my mom on her cellular phone.

Cardiac arrest, respiration, you'll be oxygen chasing

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

Gets older, bolder, and cold cause he's left alone

Paparazzi, magazines: please leave me alone

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

This nigga jasper trying to get grown

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,