This is a song about "I phones"

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

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

With my hand under oath, i recite these quotes

Pounding on the stereo, in my head phones,

Fuck the source, i'm on cover of rolling stone

Gasping for phones, but ain't nobody even home

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

Y'all niggas #got #no #lines like a whole line of #cordless #open #phones

Boy i think i i hit the jackpot

You know who him, slim, before mims i been hot

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

Wouldn't it be nice if the banks didn't fuck up the loans

Bait baby, wait baby

I thought that i would maybe

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,