This is a song about "Phones"

It's going down in history, the way i valet two doors

It's as if the phones, tablets and ipods have turned into cyborgs,

I got more bars than fully charged cell phones

With my hand under oath, i recite these quotes

Phones booming got the police on the chase,

Say you through will all my foul ways

Times in this crime land, my thug nation

25. phones gonna blow when you get the call in,

It's 6 am, i'm solitary, calling with pay phones

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes

Playin' cee-lo, rolling dice, and talkin' on their mobile phones,

Gasping for phones, but ain't nobody even home

And all these peasant motherfuckers take shots at the throne

Rappers talk shit, they got no lines like cordless mobile phones,

Fly nigga couldn't tell me nothing different homes