This is a song about "My phone"

Music that y'all condone

A lotta hoes in my phone

And the ladies, they lay me, they crazy

If that's case, then my phone gone drop me

Girlfriends, groupies, then i'm all alone

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

Put my number in your phone

You're the corner stone

Paparazzi, magazines: please leave me alone

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

All i got is my phone to practice my wicked sound

My self-respect i leave that, in the lost and found

Like that drop out who created my phone

This nigga jasper trying to get grown