This is a song about "Flip phone"

Hit towns with coke, a .45 blue as chrome

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

So i always use a phone

Real street nigga, ain’t no clone

Put my number in your phone

So i guess you think you grown

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

Proud of it all defensive fuck i'm rocking alone

Then she gets a phone call

The board ceo, i'm glad you all

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

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot

I miss hearing your voice over the phone

The j gets smaller, i'm loving my zone