This is a song about "Mobile alabama"

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

Wouldn't it be nice if the banks didn't fuck up the loans

From tampa all the way to alabama,you can hear them donks trunks slamming

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

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

I turned down a quarter mil to pitch a mobile phone

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

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

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Jump in line and fight, n.y. to alabama,

With that said, i ain't around like my old combs

Like tapping in the mobile phones, in my chromosomes,

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

Cookin up grams with arm & hammer supplyin scramblers in alabama