This is a song about "Phone sex"

But the minute i took out my phone

Little latasha sho' grown

Like that drop out who created my phone

Don’t hit my twitter, leave me alone

I'm on deck i'm up next

And we havin' rough sex

I call heads, but i get sex/

After lebron, i'm what's next

Stop blowin up my phone

Cnn, nbc, cbs, creep in my home

Convertibles with turbo jets

Me and your mum had rough sex

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

You cowardly-hearted, you couldn't make it on your own

All the girls wanna have sex

Sweet, okay makes sense