This is a song about "Phone s"

I woulda done anything for my own

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

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Enforce, i'm elegant and

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

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

Put my number in your phone

Stop blowing up my cellphone

Then she gets a phone call

Know you want me to fall

Girlfriends, groupies, then i'm all alone

And don't you bring your camera phone

The streets in need of a king, you can tell 'em i’m home

Everyday calling my mom on her cellular phone.