This is a song about "Hold the phone"

Finish line with the tire marks

// [you can hold all the cards]

She ain't tryna go low, go head home

The numbers unknown, hang up the phone

Say what you want i'm immature like roger go home

Talk loud around the hood, now im taking your phone

The bitch is back at her house sitting by the phone

The kings get killed very least overthrown

I don't even talk to them on the phone again

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

Oh, not again! another critic writing report

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

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

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

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

Sitting in the room, on the phone, cooking up orders