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

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

Why came to me so bliss askin a niggah for a kiss

Fall, bitch, give me everything, i'm taking all this

So he got me a puppy to give me a kiss

Ya like that let me know on my the phone

You gotta learn how to walk on your own

We was high school peers, in junior high

You can kiss the world goodbye

My palms sweaty, the mic's slippin thru cemeteries

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

But the minute i took out my phone

Blowing head back, bottles by the zone

But no girls wanted to teach me how to kiss

For him to be true is all you ask but i'm foolish