This is a song about "Mobile"

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

Playin' cee-lo, rolling dice, and talkin' on their mobile phones,

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Your just a mobile pile of shit like a porta potty,ill destroy your hobby

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes

Like tapping in the mobile phones, in my chromosomes,

Rappers talk shit, they got no lines like cordless mobile phones,

Instead they talking bout some thunderstorm, cyclones

I turned down a quarter mil to pitch a mobile phone

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