This is a song about "My dad taking my phone"

I'm taking pictures with my mind

The glare makes me hard to find

You can't tell me shit

But my dad didnt make it

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

Motherfuck my phone, it never has reception

On my phone miss havin you around

Abuse paper, run through it 'til the ink's out

People taking my money because

And i can't help but stare, cause

Uhh im underated but i got multimillion dollar songs on my phone,

Don’t let it drift away like a feather and i’m home, home, home

I know my calling's worth like phone card

Alot of niggas fake who go to hard

Taking shots that rattle my bones,

This is oh so much like getting votes