This is a song about "My iphone"

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

Lost all my friends, my fam and my girl

And he, what's his name, earl

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

He just get her bigger bags

I'm an iphone 4 and you're a 1994 pager

Shout out to mid-majors, who forget what they major

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

Not knowin it's hard to carry on when no one loves you

My streaks my testament.

Get ya head bust

My iphone wasnt even charged at all,

I don’t do nothing but ball

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

Got a condo on my wrist girl, i'm cashing out