This is a song about "Phone call"

My uncle doing life, inside prison he wasn't wrapped too tight

Psych! already tried before, that phone call equals a fueled strike/

Sitting around and waiting for the phone call, will it be or won’t it be

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Whip, plane, motions own

Out at night mama hit my phone

But the minute i took out my phone

Now all i am is alone

But oh i can’t stay away, not never, your my home, home, home

Uhh im underated but i got multimillion dollar songs on my phone,

Look, i got no time for that type of connection

Snipping the wires, no phone call for protection

Wanna fuck em all

Then she gets a phone call

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

And one day you're gone grow to be a rolling stone