This is a song about "Look at your nokia brick"

They say i'm wrong and i'm heartless, but all along

I look at your empty seat wondering where i went wrong,

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

Look at you with your little baby nerves,

Wolf gang, triple six crew

Now look at me than look at you

Niggas awful at dressing, they just a'ight at music

And he ain’t even gotta look at coke to even hold a brick

Let's go shopping, get your purse, them bitches be tricking first

Your face, oh look at it, you're now getting burned

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

Don't look at me look to him

Getting lower than your diss track to k. brick in the battle,

To make karma come faster than she normally will

But this bitch really think that i'm 'bout to buy her dinner

Right under your bed, when you look at the mirror