This is a song about "My telephone"

Man, that saying is so misused

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

See my pain through my eyes,

Started off on thin ice

My shirt, purple label my shirt

30 chains on, bet the light work

You know they at home watching lifetime or on the internet

My destiny's written in my blood hidden inside my head

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

My cash effected, my brain insane,

Wale and we are not the same

Real street nigga, ain’t no clone

Hang up the telephone

You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument