This is a song about "Phone tapping"

But the minute i took out my phone

Stop blowing up my cellphone

I miss hearing your voice over the phone

I'm definitely in a class of my own

Nigga there's nothin' left of you

He's fingers are tapping to

Jt: my mom’s been so alone

Out at night mama hit my phone

I'm tapping like jehovah's witnesses, spit these raps, pack 'em in,

I’m simply fuckin’ with bitches that know they whole position

You be tapping like a mr

Took the van, went snatch her

Drink whatever's left, kill the pussy, tombstone

Everyday calling my mom on her cellular phone.

Out in the district they selling water and buying pistols

Our leaders all get wrapped up in wire-tapping tax scandals,