This is a song about "Phones"

Like tapping in the mobile phones, in my chromosomes,

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

Girl, you got me in a trance

All on their phones, they had other plans.

I got more bars than fully charged cell phones

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes

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,

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

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

I'm love stoned from everywhere and she knows

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

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

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