This is a song about "Pay phones"

Without gettin in my pay

If you out there let me hear you say

Like tapping in the mobile phones, in my chromosomes,

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

I like to think i write and rap as tighter than some biker shorts

It's as if the phones, tablets and ipods have turned into cyborgs,

Bitch you wont have to pay

To throw it all away

Just know the price you have to pay

Hit you from a block away

Rappers talk shit, they got no lines like cordless mobile phones,

Instead they talking bout some thunderstorm, cyclones

I got more bars than fully charged cell phones

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

You know what? nigga, it's blacc friday

Casual day for incompatible pay