This is a song about "Money phone"

And don't you bring your camera phone

You gotta learn how to walk on your own

Pussy ass fag stop staring at your phone

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

Come on girl, close your eyes pretend that your home

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

I turned down a quarter mil to pitch a mobile phone

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

The j gets smaller, i'm loving my zone

I miss hearing your voice over the phone

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

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

My mother walkin' in, saw i was on my phone

It's time to turn the streets into a war zone

The numbers unknown, hang up the phone

Hit towns with coke, a .45 blue as chrome