This is a song about "Headphone"

Talk loud around the hood, now im taking your phone

Late night to the early morn, i been such a rolling stone

Lets get fucked up to the bone

Stop blowin up my phone

Close my eyes and turn my headphones on,

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

We ain't having ittime to tear this shit back, ghetto children kick back

Passing out snacks while passing zags cause smoking out of cans is whack

Simply fucking hate everything, blare this shit in headphones,

Cemeteries, morgues, visions blurry by contacts in ghettoes,

You still stare at frozen juice cans, cause they say concentrate.

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

Now all i am is alone

I get called up but i hear no phone

It ain't about black or white cause we human

Phone company's robbing you with collusion