This is a song about "Phone going flat"

Blowing head back, bottles by the zone

And don't you bring your camera phone

So i guess you think you grown

Out at night mama hit my phone

Like that drop out who created my phone

This nigga jasper trying to get grown

My nigga co-bizzy virginia is back

And i'm not about to let my lyrics become flat

So i always use a phone

Whip, plane, motions own

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

Fuck the source, i'm on cover of rolling stone

Passionate in that sack, passionate with this rap

And imma makes sure all four of ya tires are flat,

And i'm not about to let my lyrics become flat

A real live tale about a snitch named haitian jack