This is a song about "Phone chargers"

Shit ain’t better alone

So i always use a phone

My mother walkin' in, saw i was on my phone

Look, she love me from them poems, and them songs, in my zone

Out at night mama hit my phone

Real street nigga, ain’t no clone

This nigga jasper trying to get grown

And don't you bring your camera phone

I turned down a quarter mil to pitch a mobile phone

Out in haiti, adolescents barely have a home

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

Everyday calling my mom on her cellular phone.

I'm definitely in a class of my own

I miss hearing your voice over the phone

I need a ring, like a phone

Mami told me son, hold your own