This is a song about "Mobile phone"

He vanished just like a fad, no kiss, no phone,

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

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

Young money, cash money so strong, keep scorin’, i’ma bring it on home

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

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

It feel just like i get lyrics off my phone

Gets older, bolder, and cold cause he's left alone

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

Drink whatever's left, kill the pussy, tombstone

I got a love jones for your body and skin tone

The bitch is back at her house sitting by the phone

Out at night mama hit my phone

That he dont even own

It's time to turn the streets into a war zone

You didn't even talk to me on the phone