This is a song about "Fuck the cell phone"

They let them white boys free, we be shocked as hell

And the only block he's reppin' is a h-block cell

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

My raps affect the darker side like sickle cell anemia,

Fuck a deal, i just want my father's email

Y'all locked inside the bars like a cell up in jail,

I don't need no fucking throne

But the minute i took out my phone

But oh i can’t stay away, not never, your my home, home, home

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

Hes got the prison guards recording him as he grinds his dirty ass on the cell bars,

On, thanksgiving we thankful, just for livin in helldamn homey, i don't mean to be harsh

Ya like that let me know on my the phone

The kings get killed very least overthrown