This is a song about "Phones demos"

Now if you give us a chance

All on their phones, they had other plans.

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

Instead they talking bout some thunderstorm, cyclones

Gasping for phones, but ain't nobody even home

And firm his beliefs... his heart made of stone

I like to think i write and rap as tighter than some biker shorts

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

At least after your bid, ain't no student loans

Pounding on the stereo, in my head phones,

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

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

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

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