This is a song about "Phone"

He vanished just like a fad, no kiss, no phone,

I'm definitely in a class of my own

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

But oh i can’t stay away, not never, your my home, home, home

And one day you're gone grow to be a rolling stone

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

Like that drop out who created my phone

And you acting grown, doggy you ain't back at home

The bitch is back at her house sitting by the phone

The streets in need of a king, you can tell 'em i’m home

My friend took a pic with his small phone

Stop blowing up my cellphone

A lotta hoes in my phone

Lets get fucked up to the bone

Baby im in the zone

Stop blowin up my phone