This is a song about "Cellular technology"

Pause, the only thing we need for is math and technology,

Spread the word and witness, he rose on the first sunday

Proud of it all defensive fuck i'm rocking alone

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

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

We used to be societies that would innovate technology,

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

Kinda getting sick of this technology it owes me an apology

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

Well they're wrong, have a look around, mate it's technology!

Wolf gang in this bitch, nigga, we six feet deep

Never hitting delete, technology peak, it's bleak,

Everyday calling my mom on her cellular phone.

I'm taking women to heaven and then i take em home

Never hitting delete, technology peak, it's bleak,

If i ever bleed dmv you can hear it when i speak