This is a song about "Phone chargers"

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

I'm winning cause ricky made my mistakes known

The bitch is back at her house sitting by the phone

Proud of it all defensive fuck i'm rocking alone

I'll whip a 750 if it's black on chrome

Pussy ass fag stop staring at your phone

I miss hearing your voice over the phone

Come on girl, close your eyes pretend that your home

But the minute i took out my phone

Yeah, you can tell em i’m home

Whining and complaining about when you coming home

I turned down a quarter mil to pitch a mobile phone

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

Better than college, after that, students home

I'll show you where my rare essence is at, the adolescence of rap

Lyrical chargers attached to my back to combat a whack