This is a song about "Mobile phone"

Real street nigga, ain’t no clone

So i always use a phone

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

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

Don’t let it drift away like a feather and i’m home, home, home

Uhh im underated but i got multimillion dollar songs on my phone,

The bitch is back at her house sitting by the phone

You better get her, i'm totally into my zone

And don't you bring your camera phone

I don't need no fucking throne

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

I woulda done anything for my own

Everyday calling my mom on her cellular phone.

The streets in need of a king, you can tell 'em i’m home

I'm definitely in a class of my own

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,