This is a song about "Flip phone"

The kings get killed very least overthrown

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

I'm definitely in a class of my own

Like that drop out who created my phone

I miss hearing your voice over the phone

Drink whatever's left, kill the pussy, tombstone

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

Gets older, bolder, and cold cause he's left alone

And don't you bring your camera phone

Yeah, you can tell em i’m home

Then she gets a phone call

Know you want me to fall

And fumble every new leaf that you try to flip

With this heavenly flow bought a hell of whip

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

Come on girl, close your eyes pretend that your home