This is a song about "Pay phone"

Oh i gotta face the day

But someday my brains gonna pay

She wanna be grown

Stop blowin up my phone

Say what you want i'm immature like roger go home

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

So i parked in a tow-away zone

I need a ring, like a phone

Soon as i get home

Who will make a gay pay.

I can't keep running away

Chicken bone, not a phone, chicken bone, not a phone

Better than college, after that, students home

You gon' miss a good thing, end up bitter alone

Everyday calling my mom on her cellular phone.