This is a song about "My mom taking my phone away"

You left your nigga on his own

Ya like that let me know on my the phone

Doggy, i'm from the land of grind

I'm taking pictures with my mind

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

Said fifty for a song, and they won’t leave me alone

Once considered a rogue, i was chilling alone

My mother walkin' in, saw i was on my phone

Like that drop out who created my phone

Playing with fire is a danger zone

I'll whip a 750 if it's black on chrome

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

Or try to fill the shoes of an invisible pair

Taking away from my eyes every scare

My mom gave me two selections

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns