This is a song about "Phone"

I'll whip a 750 if it's black on chrome

I need a ring, like a phone

I fought back, now my parents are on the phone

Paparazzi, magazines: please leave me alone

Please sugar don't come alone

And don't you bring your camera phone

A lotta hoes in my phone

On my way back home

But the minute i took out my phone

Smoke one stack straight to my dome

Phone company's robbing you with collusion

But i don't trust anybody, yeah no one

Mami told me son, hold your own

I get called up but i hear no phone

Don’t let it drift away like a feather and i’m home, home, home

Uhh im underated but i got multimillion dollar songs on my phone,