This is a song about "Phone guy"

Till we're dumb high, dumb high

Trying to become i.t guy

Im just that type of guy

Thuggin' till the day i die

Phone company's robbing you with collusion

And you down, hold it down for my nigga them

Everyday calling my mom on her cellular phone.

I'm definitely in a class of my own

A lotta hoes in my phone

Yeah, you can tell em i’m home

Did you meet another guy

And i know that your supply

Dont fuck with the new guy

She gotta hold her head up high

She ain't tryna go low, go head home

But the minute i took out my phone