This is a song about "Phone number"

Since your sister got my number my phone can't stop ringing

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

Pussy ass fag stop staring at your phone

Playin with fire is a danger zone

For that j number three

Ridin’ round, and this bitch dirty

If your number one then i'm number two since i'm

Blowing bands in that strip club, count it up in your down time

Everyday calling my mom on her cellular phone.

Look, she love me from them poems, and them songs, in my zone

My city's culture to the game now in existence

Yeah i bagged her phone number, all 10 digits,

Real street nigga, ain’t no clone

And don't you bring your camera phone