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

On my phone miss havin you around

Weed up, better make a sound

Playing with fire is a danger zone

It feel just like i get lyrics off my phone

You can search but you'll never find

I'm taking pictures with my mind

Let my angel sing

Thats what my dad was doing

Born alone, work alone, die alone

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

The streets in need of a king, you can tell 'em i’m home

Stop blowin up my phone

So i guess you think you grown