This is a song about "My telephone"

These my rhymes and my story

I reel them in, goadomes on see

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

Now in the courtroom, many men are being doomed

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

Since napster the sales been crashin' and

See my pain through my eyes,

You make a nigga sing songs nice

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

My streaks my testament.

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

This is my original, my validation

Osculating bitches hormones, keepin it exciting while on my telephone with my dad carl,

I recollect we used to ball now just living's enoughi stand tall in the winter summer spring or fall

They all see my life from a childish position

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,