This is a song about "Phone s"

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

They at the same spot they making no progress

S queezys very bold

But for long time i had gone cold

Phone company's robbing you with collusion

I hit your block and we can box for fun

For the dough you'll be like doe, stuck at home

Pussy ass fag stop staring at your phone

Born alone, work alone, die alone

The numbers unknown, hang up the phone

Little latasha sho' grown

Stop blowin up my phone

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less