This is a song about "My iphone"

Tryna find the one

Grab my knife and my gun

Lost all my friends, my fam and my girl

And he, what's his name, earl

I'm popping rubber bands

Got my head in my hands.

Fuck that now trying get the money

That is my wish, my fantasy.

Life is a bitch so a g can't sweat her

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

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

My iphone need the charge

Don't believe me, just watch

But even if it rain, we get rained on together

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