This is a song about "Phone calls"

Immature that's what everyone's calls me,

Take your time when you’re with me baby

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

Music that y'all condone

So i always use a phone

The mother of these feelings calls herself dispair,

She's got me love stoned from everywhere

Out at night mama hit my phone

That he dont even own

Proud of it all defensive fuck i'm rocking alone

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

But the minute i took out my phone

It's time to turn the streets into a war zone