This is a song about "Phone call"

This nigga jasper trying to get grown

Pussy ass fag stop staring at your phone

Tell the lady in the liquorstore that she's forgiven, so come home

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

It feel just like i get lyrics off my phone

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

So if i do call it's just a check

Nervous in a cold sweat, no phone call yet

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

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

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

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

The numbers unknown, hang up the phone

Stop blowing up my cellphone

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

The binocularsha ha ha ha, yeah nigga time to ride