This is a song about "I phones"

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

Fly nigga couldn't tell me nothing different homes

Instead they talking bout some thunderstorm, cyclones

Pounding on the stereo, in my head phones,

I can't eat, i can't sleep

Indubitably i'm too street

Ha-ha, laughing all the way to the top

I go in i go hard i go ham, i don't stop

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

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

God mc oh my god you gotta see

I thought that i would maybe

I’m sayin’ that i know, revealing them most

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes,

My nigga, its all love

Cause i promise (cause i promise)