This is a song about "I phone and samsang"

Say what you want i'm immature like roger go home

I fought back, now my parents are on the phone

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

Like you threw something to me-so i threw em back

All i got is my phone to practice my wicked sound

I heard ya lost do you know your way around

I feel something change in the weather, and i’m home, home, home

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

I put down my phone and played some music by nigga 218 blastin it so loud my speakers are aroused,

Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round

I need a ring, like a phone

Now i'm in the zone

She ain't tryna go low, go head home

I get called up but i hear no phone