This is a song about "Phone going flat"

And them hating ass niggas, we ain’t like those

Never flat footed, i’m always on my toes

Stop blowin up my phone

Soon as i get home

I need a ring, like a phone

This nigga jasper trying to get grown

Real street nigga, ain’t no clone

But the minute i took out my phone

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

See girl you are stronger then the strongest drug i ever had

In case i get a flat, my flow keeps going,

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

I'm definitely in a class of my own

I miss hearing your voice over the phone