This is a song about "Mobile phone"

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

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

I turned down a quarter mil to pitch a mobile phone

Whining and complaining about when you coming home

Everyday calling my mom on her cellular phone.

You cowardly-hearted, you couldn't make it on your own

I need a ring, like a phone

Girlfriends, groupies, then i'm all alone

Playin with fire is a danger zone

Pussy ass fag stop staring at your phone

I miss hearing your voice over the phone

I'm definitely in a class of my own

Like that drop out who created my phone

The j gets smaller, i'm loving my zone

And firm his beliefs... his heart made of stone

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,