This is a song about "I phones"

I realize as i cry everything i have i owe to them

Say there mr. mirror, put yourself up to yourself and then

Playin' cee-lo, rolling dice, and talkin' on their mobile phones,

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

Yeah i think i can.. no i know i can,

Fire in the hand, supplier of the man

If i don't make that man there dance

All on their phones, they had other plans.

With my hand under oath, i recite these quotes

It's 6 am, i'm solitary, calling with pay phones

At least after your bid, ain't no student loans

I got more bars than fully charged cell phones

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

It's going down in history, the way i valet two doors