This is a song about "My phone"

I keep texting on my phone for the whole night

Gq told me i'm not the talkative type

This nigga jasper trying to get grown

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

You left your nigga on his own

But the minute i took out my phone

And ignores all my phone calls just to disturb me

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

You cowardly-hearted, you couldn't make it on your own

Sit here on my phone in my room all alone

I'll whip a 750 if it's black on chrome

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

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

Ya like that let me know on my the phone

Out at night mama hit my phone

Be shy when we're all alone