This is a song about "Getting your phone taken away"

Soon as i come home

Put my number in your phone

Starting to, contemplate #suicide when taken away from the #pipe,

Or that you could ever see me and you in another light

I'm going in but i hear the phone, your gold ring shone

I'm definitely in a class of my own

Getting high today and feel like i wanna fly away

P.s hey, how long will they mourn you? forever and a day

Your getting taken to the icu bruised and battered

And i don't care if she gone, in a long skirt

Chevy filled up on petrol, times like this i just roll

Listen to the fear in your breath an its taken my toll

And we here to stay

And throw your rap away

Owed the dope man for his productand he swore if he did not pay

Someone bring a dustpan in, the weak are getting swept away