This is a song about "Hold the phone"

Bring the remainin' red and white pieces to the fort

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

I got these tats all on my arms

// [you can hold all the cards]

The j gets smaller, i'm loving my zone

But the minute i took out my phone

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

Solitude but not all alone speaking to people on the phone

Somebody hold the banana, clip

As deep as dawson's creek and shit

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

Half a mill "rap-touring," jarrett jack boy

On the phone. 10 years he got, chasin' that cash

With the dickerson mask would be getting in the ass

You didn't even talk to me on the phone

For the dough you'll be like doe, stuck at home