This is a song about "Dropping a phone"

My friend took a pic with his small phone

The j gets smaller, i'm loving my zone

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

I feel something change in the weather, and i’m home, home, home

And you acting grown, doggy you ain't back at home

He vanished just like a fad, no kiss, no phone,

Better pick a better option before these nikes get to stomping

Original can grill a steak that'll get the panties dropping,

And i love you all

Then she gets a phone call

On my way back home

I need a ring, like a phone

All my shit designeri fucked your bitch in versace, nigga

My rebellious ways got a phone thrown at my face/ called the

I turned down a quarter mil to pitch a mobile phone

The streets in need of a king, you can tell 'em i’m home