This is a song about "My phone"

Hit towns with coke, a .45 blue as chrome

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

It's time to turn the streets into a war zone

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

Mean alot more to me, check me out

On my phone miss havin you around

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

Since your sister got my number my phone can't stop ringing

Then she riding on the topshe about to make it pop

Staring at nothing on my phone but a cyber clock

What the fuck i look like, saying i'm sorry

And ignores all my phone calls just to disturb me

Mami told me son, hold your own

Ya like that let me know on my the phone

On my way back home

Stop blowin up my phone