This is a song about "Dropping a phone"

Two baby mamas, 3 kids, two rovers

And dropping down a thousand boulders,

Then she gets a phone call

And i love you all

Staring at nothing on my phone but a cyber clock

Watching my vehicle break down on another man's block

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

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

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

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

Dropping a honda four twenty on four twenty,

Highest form of respect, if you say you're not ready

And my bank account look just like a phone card

Hope all over again, we can start

My friend took a pic with his small phone

I'll whip a 750 if it's black on chrome