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

I woulda done anything for my own

Like that drop out who created my phone

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

I fought back, now my parents are on the phone

Put my number in your phone

You're the corner stone

She ain't tryna go low, go head home

Ya like that let me know on my the phone

On my phone miss havin you around

Then swag it out, ounces then bags is out

Fuck the source, i'm on cover of rolling stone

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

Taking shots that rattle my bones,

Cause you must have known, i can't trust the phones

And i'm raw, fish scale

Then dad payed off my bail