This is a song about "Phone number"

Whipping whatever i, 460ls you

Im number one your number two

I need a ring, like a phone

Baby im in the zone

Better than college, after that, students home

Like that drop out who created my phone

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Rule number one eliminate the competition

So i parked in a tow-away zone

Pussy ass fag stop staring at your phone

Don't worry bout a thang baby

For that j number three

Yeah i bagged her phone number, all 10 digits,

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits