This is a song about "Phone guy"

I need a ring, like a phone

This nigga jasper trying to get grown

Inhibitions is gone, she just want to be known

Everyday calling my mom on her cellular phone.

I got a love jones for your body and skin tone

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

She like, girl you wrong running away from home

I miss hearing your voice over the phone

Like that drop out who created my phone

You left your nigga on his own

Stop blowin up my phone

And it's well known that rell home

The kings get killed very least overthrown

But the minute i took out my phone

Dont fuck with the new guy

She tell you that's a lie, lie, lie