This is a song about "Fuck the cell phone"

Complexion from heaven don't be bleaching your shit

Or in the cell in your jail, say your hello, from it

Now you finna cut your hair, you waiting to excel

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

My raps affect the darker side like sickle cell anemia,

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

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

Witches evil spell, angry convict in the jail cell

You faggots can buy chains but utopia can't afford

On the phone, fuck im feelin dizzy, rippin out the cord

And you acting grown, doggy you ain't back at home

Ya like that let me know on my the phone

I fought back, now my parents are on the phone

Inhibitions is gone, she just want to be known