This is a song about "On the phone"

The kings get killed very least overthrown

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

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

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

No dirt weed, give me purp with no seeds, please aboard

On the phone, fuck im feelin dizzy, rippin out the cord

Hit towns with coke, a .45 blue as chrome

You didn't even talk to me on the phone

My money for folarin, but you do not get to throw

"i'm sorry son, this is mommy on the phone, i'll let ya go",

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

On my phone miss havin you around

I'm definitely in a class of my own

I miss hearing your voice over the phone

I fought back, now my parents are on the phone

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