This is a song about "Mobile"

I got a love jones for your body and skin tone

I turned down a quarter mil to pitch a mobile phone

Like tapping in the mobile phones, in my chromosomes,

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

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

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes

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

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

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see