This is a song about "My iphone"

That is my wish, my fantasy.

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

Both- baby you'll make my, my, my, my dream come true-----------

So would you please listen to what i'mma need from you

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

Then you're fucking confused,

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

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

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

I'm fed up, we gotta start teach the children

After the club, gettin you open

Now i'm rollin', iphone stolen

I ain't bitter my nigga, i respect your position

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

We hustle to survive

See my pain through my eyes,