This is a song about "Long phone calls"

In the back of a chevy that’s all black

When that money calls i holla back

The numbers unknown, hang up the phone

Born alone, work alone, die alone

Chicken bone, not a phone, chicken bone, not a phone

Said fifty for a song, and they won’t leave me alone

Your girl calls it hockey stick

Whips ain't shit but my kicks look sick

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

They calling me often to offer me walls

How did they know? i didnt make any calls?

The kings get killed very least overthrown

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

So i always use a phone

Little latasha sho' grown