This is a song about "Cellular respiration"

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

This nigga jasper trying to get grown

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,

The j gets smaller, i'm loving my zone

Everyday calling my mom on her cellular phone.

And one day you're gone grow to be a rolling stone

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

The kings get killed very least overthrown