This is a song about "Driving while on the phone"

Don’t let it drift away like a feather and i’m home, home, home

All the shit that his dealing on his own, if only he had a friend to phone

When i get my v12, i’ma be in six of them

I don't even talk to them on the phone again

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

Sitting in the room, on the phone, cooking up orders

Just crashed my car driving on the thruway no way,

Bad bitch and she gon fuck me every way, never stay

Blowing head back, bottles by the zone

I fought back, now my parents are on the phone

Playin with fire is a danger zone

You didn't even talk to me on the phone

Don't dietevery milla fish fridayi'm squad deep

While your driving me to the court so you can accept defeat,

Can't wait 'til a cop ain't actin' right

I keep texting on my phone for the whole night