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

But no girls wanted to teach me how to kiss

Babe you know it gets no better than this

A.d. 2, on the way, let's do this

Pardon me miss, can you blow me a kiss?

The bitch is back at her house sitting by the phone

Out in haiti, adolescents barely have a home

You can take the train thru my vein,

I like my hoodies fucked with lame

Don’t let it drift away like a feather and i’m home, home, home

Solitude but not all alone speaking to people on the phone

But they dont even know what the hell i been thru

For a brick or two, really put an end to you

Hypnotized the masses behind versace glasses

So he got me a puppy to give me a kiss

That nigga came thru the do', i pulled the trigger slow

All i know is yolo, nigga, that's the motto