This is a song about "Hold the phone"

You gotta learn how to walk on your own

You didn't even talk to me on the phone

Don't ever phone, i'll put you on hold like i fucking strapped a gram,

It's been a couple months, and tina still ain't perm her fucking weave, damn

It's time to turn the streets into a war zone

Talk loud around the hood, now im taking your phone

Whatever you like, it's whatever tonight

I keep texting on my phone for the whole night

Hold up, hold up, hold up, we bear the croix

Best foot forward, holla at your boy

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

Ya like that let me know on my the phone

Don’t hit my twitter, leave me alone

I fought back, now my parents are on the phone

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

Callin' her up on the phone, quarter-dime telly nigga,