This is a song about "Phone chargers"

Mami told me son, hold your own

I need a ring, like a phone

Whining and complaining about when you coming home

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

The bitch is back at her house sitting by the phone

You gon' miss a good thing, end up bitter alone

Whipped out his phone and let a roar

Army stance, ready for war

I turned down a quarter mil to pitch a mobile phone

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

It feel just like i get lyrics off my phone

Paparazzi, magazines: please leave me alone

Uhh im underated but i got multimillion dollar songs on my phone,

But oh i can’t stay away, not never, your my home, home, home

She ain't tryna go low, go head home

And don't you bring your camera phone