This is a song about "Mobile phones"

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

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

If we ain't right and always at the throats

Pounding on the stereo, in my head phones,

Phones booming got the police on the chase,

Baby, you got that super bass

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

Playin' cee-lo, rolling dice, and talkin' on their mobile phones,

Now if you give us a chance

All on their phones, they had other plans.

I got more bars than fully charged cell phones

With my hand under oath, i recite these quotes

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

Open the fuck up hell needs me i tried all your phones, i know your home, fuck you,

I turned down a quarter mil to pitch a mobile phone

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