This is a song about "On the phone"

Playin with fire is a danger zone

Ya like that let me know on my the phone

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

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

I fought back, now my parents are on the phone

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

All the shit that his dealing on his own, if only he had a friend to phone

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

My mother walkin' in, saw i was on my phone

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

All the shit that his dealing on his own, if only he had a friend to phone

I feel something change in the weather, and i’m home, home, home

I keep texting on my phone for the whole night

I can smell it when i go outside

Backwoods don’t do papers, that was just for my haters

Now i see you talking on the phone to all the other girls