This is a song about "Mobile"

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

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

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

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

Though surrounded by an entourage, i feel like i'm alone

I turned down a quarter mil to pitch a mobile phone

Fly nigga couldn't tell me nothing different homes

Like tapping in the mobile phones, in my chromosomes,

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