This is a song about "Phone chargers"

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

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

But the minute i took out my phone

So i guess you think you grown

You left your nigga on his own

I get called up but i hear no phone

Lyrical chargers attached to my back to combat a whack

Like you threw something to me-so i threw em back

Stop blowin up my phone

Soon as i come home

Come on girl, close your eyes pretend that your home

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

It feel just like i get lyrics off my phone

Paparazzi, magazines: please leave me alone

She ain't tryna go low, go head home

Out at night mama hit my phone