This is a song about "Money phone"

Out at night mama hit my phone

You gotta learn how to walk on your own

Born alone, work alone, die alone

Talk loud around the hood, now im taking your phone

You cowardly-hearted, you couldn't make it on your own

I fought back, now my parents are on the phone

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

Better than college, after that, students home

Say what you want i'm immature like roger go home

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

You left your nigga on his own

My friend took a pic with his small phone

Chicken bone, not a phone, chicken bone, not a phone

Late night to the early morn, i been such a rolling stone

He vanished just like a fad, no kiss, no phone,

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