This is a song about "My iphone"

The homies wanna kick it, but i'm just laughin at cha

I've got an iphone but i'm afraid to phone ya.

Cause some of you bitches funny

That is my wish, my fantasy.

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

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

No reason to be around

Check it uhh, yeah put your iphone down

Ya can see my, my, my, my kick-off so shout

Is dc in the house, without a doubt

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

Now i'm rollin', iphone stolen

Now look: the change has come

30 chains on, bet the light work

My shirt, purple label my shirt