This is a song about "Phone on silent"

Ya like that let me know on my the phone

Girlfriends, groupies, then i'm all alone

Making the guys who belong silent

If you feel it, it must be real just

And when i do baby ill right be there with you on the phone,

Don’t let it drift away like a feather and i’m home, home, home

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

They swore that i was all fuckin' nuts like a gay porn

If your mind is on sex you must got esp then

I don't even talk to them on the phone again

I fought back, now my parents are on the phone

The j gets smaller, i'm loving my zone

I'm definitely in a class of my own

Ya like that let me know on my the phone

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

You gon' miss a good thing, end up bitter alone