This is a song about "Phone he on"

Young money, cash money so strong, keep scorin’, i’ma bring it on home

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

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

I give a girl what she want - but no dollars

Baby soon as we get home, it won't take us too long

Police on your mama phone, talking bout your baby gone//

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

Been stunting since teen wearing something obscene joe

Staring at nothing on my phone but a cyber clock

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

And you acting grown, doggy you ain't back at home

I fought back, now my parents are on the phone

I'm winning cause ricky made my mistakes known

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

Now i see you talking on the phone to all the other girls,

This ain’t for all and every people, don’t compare me to rappers