This is a song about "Phone"

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

Girlfriends, groupies, then i'm all alone

I got a love jones for your body and skin tone

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

So i always use a phone

Jt: my mom’s been so alone

Everyday calling my mom on her cellular phone.

The streets in need of a king, you can tell 'em i’m home

Please sugar don't come alone

Out at night mama hit my phone

My friend took a pic with his small phone

I don't need no fucking throne

She like, girl you wrong running away from home

The bitch is back at her house sitting by the phone

Stop blowin up my phone

So beat me to the bone