This is a song about "Cellular respiration"

Cardiac arrest, respiration, you'll be oxygen chasing

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

Blowing head back, bottles by the zone

Said fifty for a song, and they won’t leave me alone

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

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

I'm winning cause ricky made my mistakes known

Everyday calling my mom on her cellular phone.