This is a song about "Dial soap"

Nope, all you get is shit in my prison when you drop the soap/

So i catch him stretchin', have him guessin' where his cracker throat

Wouldn't it be nice if the banks didn't fuck up the loans

In all the blinking lights and dial tones

I'm killlin' off everybody and anybody who calls 2 chainz dope,

I'm so dope, bitches with a rope, i clean like soap, but i just ain't old enough to vote

Breath its cold well let me turn up the dial,

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Dial up words but they're not in service

Maybe i'm on lust well you deserve love

Boy spit to ill/ spead dial an ambulance

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns