This is a song about "Mobile phone"

Whining and complaining about when you coming home

I turned down a quarter mil to pitch a mobile phone

Playin with fire is a danger zone

You didn't even talk to me on the phone

You gon' miss a good thing, end up bitter alone

Everyday calling my mom on her cellular phone.

Stop blowin up my phone

Lets get fucked up to the bone

A lotta hoes in my phone

Be shy when we're all alone

We just want you back at home

And don't you bring your camera phone

She ain't tryna go low, go head home

But the minute i took out my phone

Then she gets a phone call

Need a girl whos tryin' to ball