This is a song about "Phone calls with lover"

And ignores all my phone calls just to disturb me

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

Be like me one a the hip-hop lover

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

From the ghetto to the 'burbs, know we meant, every word

With all that power, he calls everyone a coward

You left your nigga on his own

A lotta hoes in my phone

Baby we need each other, don't want to meet your mother

In the mirror? i think im turning you into a lover.

And while i’m in your mother

Nicki is my lover

She screamed but i bashed her head in with a cordless phone.

I'm definitely in a class of my own