This is a song about "Lost phone"

But the minute i took out my phone

She ain't tryna go low, go head home

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

Everyday calling my mom on her cellular phone.

Stop blowin up my phone

Soon as i come home

And firm his beliefs... his heart made of stone

Like that drop out who created my phone

Tell the lady in the liquorstore that she's forgiven, so come home

Uhh im underated but i got multimillion dollar songs on my phone,

Lost arrowheads of a lost society,

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

So i always use a phone

That he dont even own

It feel just like i get lyrics off my phone

I woulda done anything for my own