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

My friend took a pic with his small phone

You left your nigga on his own

Paparazzi, magazines: please leave me alone

I fought back, now my parents are on the phone

Everyday calling my mom on her cellular phone.

For imitatin the off switch like i'm on top of my own

Ya like that let me know on my the phone

For the dough you'll be like doe, stuck at home

I have some many rhymes up in my brain, private untitled songs,

It's going down in history, the way i valet two doors

Motherfuck my phone, it never has reception

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

But the minute i took out my phone

This nigga jasper trying to get grown

Out at night mama hit my phone

And it's well known that rell home