This is a song about "Cracked phone"

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

Born alone, work alone, die alone

Once considered a rogue, i was chilling alone

Everyday calling my mom on her cellular phone.

Or michael vick if ya'll bark nigga ya'll through

Ran the cracked ensue end tact in you

My fist cracked on impact yo,

One time for the 305, though

Now all i am is alone

I need a ring, like a phone

Chicken bone, not a phone, chicken bone, not a phone

And all these peasant motherfuckers take shots at the throne

Both: this the perfect plan

Just an ass like cracked man

Then he cracked and attacked

I can feel your heart beating fast