This is a song about "Mobile phones"

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

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

Phones booming got the police on the chase,

That's word to ksa i'm trying to make sunnier days

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

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

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

I turned down a quarter mil to pitch a mobile phone

That why when he outta town i make sure she is not alone

And them hating ass niggas, we ain’t like those

Like tapping in the mobile phones, in my chromosomes,

Gasping for phones, but ain't nobody even home

Hit towns with coke, a .45 blue as chrome