This is a song about "My iphone"

Gotta work - slight work

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Get around like tupac, i'm not worked up, i'm wound/

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

And he, what's his name, earl

Lost all my friends, my fam and my girl

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Yeah, we spit that saliva, iphone got message from viber

And if he can't learn to love you, you should leave him

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

What them tippers don't see

That is my wish, my fantasy.

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

Now we livin’ much better, nigga, pay whatever

My leisure, my pleasure, my light, my love, my measure