This is a song about "I phones"

I know you just doing your job

Boy i think i i hit the jackpot

It's as if the phones, tablets and ipods have turned into cyborgs,

I like to think i write and rap as tighter than some biker shorts

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

I guess i aint a soldier

Rappers talk shit, they got no lines like cordless mobile phones,

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

You dropped outta college, you can't pay shit

I messed up i guess, i will admit

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

Open the fuck up hell needs me i tried all your phones, i know your home, fuck you,

Phones booming got the police on the chase,

It'll last for all these crazy days

I pray the lord my guns to keep

I can't eat, i can't sleep