This is a song about "Hold the phone"

I know i ain’t perfect, i’m out here working for the throne

The bitch is back at her house sitting by the phone

// [you can hold all the cards]

Finish line with the tire marks

// [you can hold all the cards]

You haters put up your guards

// [you can hold all the cards]

Please correct me, stretch marks

So the homie wale can leave the hook right

I keep texting on my phone for the whole night

But the minute i took out my phone

Lets get fucked up to the bone

The numbers unknown, hang up the phone

Drink whatever's left, kill the pussy, tombstone

Solitude but not all alone speaking to people on the phone

But oh i can’t stay away, not never, your my home, home, home