This is a song about "Mobile games"

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

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

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

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

I know that love it could begin

Without the games permission,

With some bartles and james

Fire reds and flu games

Dont wanna play no mind games

It’s something that’s in your veins

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

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

Not video games with a zombie horde

Nigga cue me in i'm a peruvian drug lord

I turned down a quarter mil to pitch a mobile phone

That why when he outta town i make sure she is not alone