This is a song about "I phone"

Niggas start listenin', and what i'm givin' them

I don't even talk to them on the phone again

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

It feel just like i get lyrics off my phone

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

Fuck the source, i'm on cover of rolling stone

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

I need a ring, like a phone

I fought back, now my parents are on the phone

Paparazzi, magazines: please leave me alone

My side is all riders and your side dont buy tickets

Yeah i bagged her phone number, all 10 digits,

Drink whatever's left, kill the pussy, tombstone

She screamed but i bashed her head in with a cordless phone.