This is a song about "Phone charge"

The numbers unknown, hang up the phone

You left your nigga on his own

Sit down, imma roast ya, free of charge, no cater

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

Out at night mama hit my phone

Blowing head back, bottles by the zone

When it comes to my destiny i'm the only one in charge,

You're my favorite show, any chance i get i try to watch

I miss hearing your voice over the phone

Drink whatever's left, kill the pussy, tombstone

Chicken bone, not a phone, chicken bone, not a phone

I woulda done anything for my own

Everyday calling my mom on her cellular phone.

Paparazzi, magazines: please leave me alone

Gold all in my watch

My iphone need the charge