This is a song about "Fuck the cell phone"

Talk loud around the hood, now im taking your phone

I know i ain’t perfect, i’m out here working for the throne

Witches evil spell, angry convict in the jail cell

Niggas say goddamnniggas is funny as hell

Now you finna cut your hair, you waiting to excel

There is no where you can run your in the cell

I'm taking women to heaven and then i take em home

Solitude but not all alone speaking to people on the phone

On the phone. 10 years he got, chasin' that cash

Except she's got a little more ass

Sitting in the room, on the phone, cooking up orders

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

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