This is a song about "I phone"

I need a ring, like a phone

I'll whip a 750 if it's black on chrome

She ain't tryna go low, go head home

I get called up but i hear no phone

And i'm amazed you clown niggas is still around

All i got is my phone to practice my wicked sound

I know my calling's worth like phone card

Ballin, folarin so goddamn hard

I skated all day, i just need some rest, i'm depressed

My phone rings and i wonder who you took next

Whenever i'm through, you already on the phone

I'm going in but i hear the phone, your gold ring shone

Be shy when we're all alone

But the minute i took out my phone