This is a song about "Phones"

With that said, i ain't around like my old combs

Like tapping in the mobile phones, in my chromosomes,

Wouldn't it be nice if the banks didn't fuck up the loans

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

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

Body doze, who ? give em karate blows

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

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

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

Gasping for phones, but ain't nobody even home

Fuck the source, i'm on cover of rolling stone

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

Pounding on the stereo, in my head phones,

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

And i like my girls with ambition