This is a song about "Kiss me thru the phone"

Cuz all i do is pull up in the drive thru

That you offer them ones but they ain't let you

My palms sweaty, the mic's slippin thru cemeteries

We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace

I'm definitely in a class of my own

The bitch is back at her house sitting by the phone

It was the first time you would kiss me

Third ward general, young cash money

The emergency room, gettin stitches

But no girls wanted to teach me how to kiss

But the minute i took out my phone

Now all i am is alone

The numbers unknown, hang up the phone

It's time to turn the streets into a war zone