This is a song about "My phone is dead"

You waking the dead, don't test me hoe my weapons is real

And keep my account the same way…fuck outta here

The streets in need of a king, you can tell 'em i’m home

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

Even when my dreams are dead

Cutting me this worthless check

My phone isn't dead cause i can hear it beeping

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

The bitch is back at her house sitting by the phone

And firm his beliefs... his heart made of stone

You gotta learn how to walk on your own

But the minute i took out my phone

Wonder what goes on in my head, number 10 shows the last rapper is dead

Leasin' a vehicle quick enough to see people that don't even exist yet

A clever idea to take something they said

Pac is dead? shit i know that pac is dead.