This is a song about "Phone tapping"

Like that drop out who created my phone

Hit towns with coke, a .45 blue as chrome

And word i blew off herb i grew

He's fingers are tapping to

But the minute i took out my phone

I don't need no fucking throne

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

But know i'm tapping, hoping to see people clapping/////

Little latasha sho' grown

A lotta hoes in my phone

So i parked in a tow-away zone

Pussy ass fag stop staring at your phone

I need a ring, like a phone

You left your nigga on his own

This nigga jasper trying to get grown

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,