This is a song about "Phones"

Y'all niggas #got #no #lines like a whole line of #cordless #open #phones

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

Open the fuck up hell needs me i tried all your phones, i know your home, fuck you,

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes

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

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes,

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

Playing soccer, stupid, stay in a sucker's place

Phones booming got the police on the chase,

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

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

Lyrical manslaughter off you and your mans

All on their phones, they had other plans.

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

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