This is a song about "I phones"

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

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

I got more bars than fully charged cell phones

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

I can't eat, i can't sleep

I pray the lord my guns to keep

I think where i went wrong.

But just when it gets good, she's gone

The golf wang hooligans, is fucking up the school again

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

I suppose i should tell you

I really love my miami crew

25. phones gonna blow when you get the call in,

The deadly places slingin drugs, in thug's mansion

Boy i think i i hit the jackpot

Bartender, no ice, bring another shot