This is a song about "Money phone"

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

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

A lotta hoes in my phone

We just want you back at home

I'm winning cause ricky made my mistakes known

The numbers unknown, hang up the phone

Playin with fire is a danger zone

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

Proud of it all defensive fuck i'm rocking alone

It feel just like i get lyrics off my phone

The bitch is back at her house sitting by the phone

You better get her, i'm totally into my zone

I turned down a quarter mil to pitch a mobile phone

Look, she love me from them poems, and them songs, in my zone

You didn't even talk to me on the phone

I'll whip a 750 if it's black on chrome