This is a song about "Mobile phone"

Stop blowin up my phone

She wanna be grown

Like tapping in the mobile phones, in my chromosomes,

Body doze, who ? give em karate blows

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

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

And you acting grown, doggy you ain't back at home

You didn't even talk to me on the phone

You gotta learn how to walk on your own

The numbers unknown, hang up the phone

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

Instead they talking bout some thunderstorm, cyclones

Blowing head back, bottles by the zone

Pussy ass fag stop staring at your phone

A lotta hoes in my phone

So i parked in a tow-away zone