This is a song about "I phone"

So i always use a phone

Gotta handle your own

Send me automatic no practice i ain't gotta aim just shoot that bitch

When i get my phone i get snapped nudes, mostly from some bitch i saved from a ditch,

And every time i hear my moms phone ring

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

I will leave you wrapped in a bag. after phone your dad,

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

We just want you back at home

I need a ring, like a phone

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

Tell the lady in the liquorstore that she's forgiven, so come home