This is a song about "I phone and samsang"

I'm definitely in a class of my own

Lost my damn i phone, for sins i must atone

Better than college, after that, students home

It feel just like i get lyrics off my phone

Leaning off the actavis, passing blunts round and round

All i got is my phone to practice my wicked sound

Said fifty for a song, and they won’t leave me alone

My mother walkin' in, saw i was on my phone

And now you're on your phone constantly,

On they twitter writing novels, see

Dick soft as fuck, but somehow i go hard

I know my calling's worth like phone card

I turned down a quarter mil to pitch a mobile phone

And you acting grown, doggy you ain't back at home

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

You're very attractive, and notice that