This is a song about "Phone calls"

Mami told me son, hold your own

I miss hearing your voice over the phone

Soon as i come home

I need a ring, like a phone

How did they know? i didnt make any calls?

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

So i always use a phone

Now all i am is alone

Keep the bitches on my dick

Your girl calls it hockey stick

The jager in my cup is licorice black

When that money calls i holla back