This is a song about "Phone"

I woulda done anything for my own

My mother walkin' in, saw i was on my phone

Born alone, work alone, die alone

I fought back, now my parents are on the phone

Said fifty for a song, and they won’t leave me alone

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

Put my number in your phone

So beat me to the bone

The j gets smaller, i'm loving my zone

But the minute i took out my phone

I miss hearing your voice over the phone

Come on girl, close your eyes pretend that your home

You didn't even talk to me on the phone

I'm definitely in a class of my own

Smoke one stack straight to my dome

The numbers unknown, hang up the phone