This is a song about "On the phone"

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

I can change the whole game if a nigga bored

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

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

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

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

Young money, cash money so strong, keep scorin’, i’ma bring it on home

Ya like that let me know on my the phone

She ain't tryna go low, go head home

On the phone. 10 years he got, chasin' that cash

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

Fuck the source, i'm on cover of rolling stone

You didn't even talk to me on the phone

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

Callin' her up on the phone, quarter-dime telly nigga,