This is a song about "My phone"

Uhh im underated but i got multimillion dollar songs on my phone,

Don’t let it drift away like a feather and i’m home, home, home

Yeah, you can tell em i’m home

Out at night mama hit my phone

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

Gets older, bolder, and cold cause he's left alone

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

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

My friend took a pic with his small phone

The kings get killed very least overthrown

They gotta like a nigga, call me obama

My rebellious ways got a phone thrown at my face/ called the

I fought back, now my parents are on the phone

So i parked in a tow-away zone

That he dont even own

A lotta hoes in my phone