This is a song about "Making a phone call"

I turned down a quarter mil to pitch a mobile phone

Gets older, bolder, and cold cause he's left alone

I need a ring, like a phone

Lets get fucked up to the bone

Look, she love me from them poems, and them songs, in my zone

She screamed but i bashed her head in with a cordless phone.

But it don't feel half as good as grandma saying she's proud

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

Phone in her back pocket made her booty call to say

Night i need that she comin here right away

I’m in the club, tryna show ‘em how to stunt

Zoned out face in a cell phone - imprisoned

No one’s making a fuss

Off rip that's genius

Then she gets a phone call

Didn't do a thing at all