This is a song about "My iphone"

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

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

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

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

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

Yall lame niggas. no bitches when yall are out

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

See my pain through my eyes,

Started off on thin ice

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

I spit that garden of game, look at the hoes on him

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

My streaks my testament.