This is a song about "Hit my phone"

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

Don’t hit my twitter, leave me alone

I keep texting on my phone for the whole night

They leave...u-turn...customers, we serve em right

But that's a lie, so give this thug a tryi'd rather be ya nigga

My rebellious ways got a phone thrown at my face/ called the

Uhh im underated but i got multimillion dollar songs on my phone,

Young money, cash money so strong, keep scorin’, i’ma bring it on home

And ignores all my phone calls just to disturb me

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

Though surrounded by an entourage, i feel like i'm alone

Everyday calling my mom on her cellular phone.

You gon' miss a good thing, end up bitter alone

Ya like that let me know on my the phone

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

And firm his beliefs... his heart made of stone