This is a song about "Mobile phones"

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes,

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

Like tapping in the mobile phones, in my chromosomes,

With my hand under oath, i recite these quotes

All on their phones, they had other plans.

Tryin' to make iti only got one chance

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

It's 6 am, i'm solitary, calling with pay phones

I dont gotta join illuminati just to get a new bugatti

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

I got more bars than fully charged cell phones

Fly nigga couldn't tell me nothing different homes

I like to think i write and rap as tighter than some biker shorts

It's as if the phones, tablets and ipods have turned into cyborgs,