This is a song about "Making a phone call"

I’m a star in the making

Straight g thing, double m g thing

Cause i disregard the white dress and the perm weave

Call me maeby fünke, making movies out of daydreams

Phone in her back pocket made her booty call to say

6 months, right back on the damn block anyway

Drink whatever's left, kill the pussy, tombstone

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

And when they try to get parental and start talkin' loud

I remember the phone call to my house my mom kicking me out,

All the shit that his dealing on his own, if only he had a friend to phone

But oh i can’t stay away, not never, your my home, home, home

Nervous in a cold sweat, no phone call yet

I don’t see them t-dum-izzle as a threat

And one day you're gone grow to be a rolling stone

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