This is a song about "Order a cab without your phone"

Hear these critics talking now, when i see'em open face

Remember having you whenever/ now your gone without a trace

Your a show without a channel

As i light one for ill will

So i parked in a tow-away zone

So i always use a phone

Put my number in your phone

Mami told me son, hold your own

Just cause you change what you pitching, don’t make the difference

Put your sister in a hospital without any resistance,

A lotta hoes in my phone

Music that y'all condone

A head without single faces, i don't exist in your world.

Then i redecorated, that mean my tables turned

40. take a trip down rap street and fall asleep in the cab,

So even though you overcame doubt and ya livin' ain't bad