This is a song about "Flip phones"

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes,

It's 6 am, i'm solitary, calling with pay phones

Instead they talking bout some thunderstorm, cyclones

Permanently focused, learning while i'm going

25. phones gonna blow when you get the call in,

Wouldn't it be nice if the banks didn't fuck up the loans

Playin' cee-lo, rolling dice, and talkin' on their mobile phones,

I got a love jones for your body and skin tone

Gasping for phones, but ain't nobody even home

Pounding on the stereo, in my head phones,

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

Rappers talk shit, they got no lines like cordless mobile phones,

It's as if the phones, tablets and ipods have turned into cyborgs,

I like to think i write and rap as tighter than some biker shorts