This is a song about "Making a phone call"

Just as you rose you will fall

Then she gets a phone call

Too much percussion and bass when i take beats

Call me maeby fünke, making movies out of daydreams

It's time to turn the streets into a war zone

I turned down a quarter mil to pitch a mobile phone

Enough to paint a picture, my true profession

Snipping the wires, no phone call for protection

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

Out in haiti, adolescents barely have a home

My friend took a pic with his small phone

Be shy when we're all alone

The kings get killed very least overthrown

He vanished just like a fad, no kiss, no phone,

A ghetto in the making.

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing