This is a song about "I phones"

I messed up i guess, i will admit

I'm doing shit i never might of did

Like tapping in the mobile phones, in my chromosomes,

Fly nigga couldn't tell me nothing different homes

I guess i aint a soldier

"contemplate", i wrote about her

And all these rappers know just where i'm bout to go so catch me then

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

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

But like i said i tried, i

Three j's took me this high

I call em up, they might fall through

I suppose i should tell you