This is a song about "Iphone siri"

And i can't even trip, cause i'm just laughin at cha

I've got an iphone but i'm afraid to phone ya.

Yeah, we spit that saliva, iphone got message from viber

Goadome nikes, the cortazone of the poem writer

Now i'm rollin', iphone stolen

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

Gold all in my watch

My iphone need the charge

They can’t even come around

Check it uhh, yeah put your iphone down

I'm an iphone 4 and you're a 1994 pager

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

As i'm watching the snow fall

My iphone wasnt even charged at all,