This is a song about "Cellular technology"

We used to be societies that would innovate technology,

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

We used to be societies that would innovate technology,

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Kinda getting sick of this technology it owes me an apology

Plan incorporate technology with a wide span/

But you done got thick on a nigga, god damn

Shoutout to maybach music, my logic is getting money

Creating new technology, containing pornography,

Everyday calling my mom on her cellular phone.

And all these peasant motherfuckers take shots at the throne

Im just a man writin rhymes harder than technology

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

I got a love jones for your body and skin tone

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,