This is a song about "Having a rubbish phone"

But my vision has inclined to some interscope, and its home

Having sex till four o'clock in the mourn but u still checking your phone

Im sayin one night my love is like that

Rappers are having a rough time period

A lotta hoes in my phone

Little latasha sho' grown

Whether you rhyme slow or the beat fast

Pooping - having a blast,

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

Remember having you whenever/ now your gone without a trace

That was closest to me having a family

Once as a slave who imagined being free

She like, girl you wrong running away from home

She screamed but i bashed her head in with a cordless phone.

All this is probably karma, you dishonored the father

Imagine having more people honor u more than a doctor,