This is a song about "Phone"

Real street nigga, ain’t no clone

So i always use a phone

For the dough you'll be like doe, stuck at home

But the minute i took out my phone

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

Like that drop out who created my phone

He vanished just like a fad, no kiss, no phone,

I'm definitely in a class of my own

I need a ring, like a phone

Lets get fucked up to the bone

And you acting grown, doggy you ain't back at home

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

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

Better than college, after that, students home

Pussy ass fag stop staring at your phone