This is a song about "Phone number"

Chicken bone, not a phone, chicken bone, not a phone

I know i ain’t perfect, i’m out here working for the throne

Then she gets a phone call

Yeah, i'mma let the chips fall

Had a crush on way back, i wasn’t vip then

Go on killing spree number ten

Playing with fire is a danger zone

Pussy ass fag stop staring at your phone

Everyday calling my mom on her cellular phone.

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

Out at night mama hit my phone

We just want you back at home

I'm definitely in a class of my own

I miss hearing your voice over the phone

Music that y'all condone

A lotta hoes in my phone