This is a song about "Flip phone"

I don't need no fucking throne

I need a ring, like a phone

Out at night mama hit my phone

Music that y'all condone

In hopes the bullshit from your lips'll just make everyone flip

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

You better get her, i'm totally into my zone

And don't you bring your camera phone

You gotta learn how to walk on your own

Drink whatever's left, kill the pussy, tombstone

But the minute i took out my phone

Yeah i'm a shit-stirrer, bitch, and i'm ready to flip

Of my dick, head, melon off and let it rip

What you gonna do when we roll up and kick flip

No benefits still a nigga never hissy fit