This is a song about "I phones"

The ice ain't really nothing to her

I guess i aint a soldier

I can't eat, i can't sleep

But don't fall asleep

And all the shit you went through

I suppose i should tell you

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

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

But like i said i tried, i

God damn it, i'm one hell of a guy

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes

Pounding on the stereo, in my head phones,

Murdered every bod from my squad

Boy i think i i hit the jackpot