This is a song about "Lost phone"

You better get her, i'm totally into my zone

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

Stop blowin up my phone

Heart made of stone

Girlfriends, groupies, then i'm all alone

A lotta hoes in my phone

But the minute i took out my phone

Born alone, work alone, die alone

The kings get killed very least overthrown

Pussy ass fag stop staring at your phone

And don't you bring your camera phone

I don't need no fucking throne

So i parked in a tow-away zone

I miss hearing your voice over the phone

I got a love jones for your body and skin tone

Everyday calling my mom on her cellular phone.