This is a song about "Phone he on"

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

Said fifty for a song, and they won’t leave me alone

Solitude but not all alone speaking to people on the phone

I feel something change in the weather, and i’m home, home, home

All the shit that his dealing on his own, if only he had a friend to phone

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

"i'm sorry son, this is mommy on the phone, i'll let ya go",

Just the model, a dozen hollows is tough to swallow

Sitting in the room, on the phone, cooking up orders

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

And we better than all these mutha fuckas up in this era

Callin' her up on the phone, quarter-dime telly nigga,

I don't even talk to them on the phone again

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

Everyday calling my mom on her cellular phone.

Gets older, bolder, and cold cause he's left alone