This is a song about "Phone heart"

Hit towns with coke, a .45 blue as chrome

Like that drop out who created my phone

Everyday calling my mom on her cellular phone.

Though surrounded by an entourage, i feel like i'm alone

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

This nigga jasper trying to get grown

You didn't even talk to me on the phone

Blowing head back, bottles by the zone

Put my number in your phone

I don't need no fucking throne

The numbers unknown, hang up the phone

Don’t hit my twitter, leave me alone

The kings get killed very least overthrown

I miss hearing your voice over the phone

But the minute i took out my phone

So i parked in a tow-away zone