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

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

I woulda done anything for my own

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

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

I'm taking pictures with my mind

Yeah, look here thorunnin wild

Ya like that let me know on my the phone

You gotta learn how to walk on your own

Ya like that let me know on my the phone

And firm his beliefs... his heart made of stone

From the womb, my newborn child

I'm taking pictures with my mind

Smoke one stack straight to my dome

But the minute i took out my phone