This is a song about "My phone keeps ringing private number"

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

Everyday calling my mom on her cellular phone.

My anger keeps building

But he don't rule a thing

I woulda done anything for my own

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

The j gets smaller, i'm loving my zone

I fought back, now my parents are on the phone

I took my number, i waited in line

Flexin' hard nigga all the time

Time keeps flying and we dreamin' of private jets,

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

Yeah i bagged her phone number, all 10 digits,

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

Hit towns with coke, a .45 blue as chrome

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,