This is a song about "Phone"

I'll whip a 750 if it's black on chrome

A lotta hoes in my phone

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

Whining and complaining about when you coming home

Out in haiti, adolescents barely have a home

The bitch is back at her house sitting by the phone

Put my number in your phone

Girlfriends, groupies, then i'm all alone

The j gets smaller, i'm loving my zone

I miss hearing your voice over the phone

It feel just like i get lyrics off my phone

Come on girl, close your eyes pretend that your home

Like that drop out who created my phone

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

If i had a life jacket cause i'm not that dumb

Phone company's robbing you with collusion