This is a song about "Phones"

Pounding on the stereo, in my head phones,

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

Phones booming got the police on the chase,

Baby, you got that super bass

Gasping for phones, but ain't nobody even home

I got a love jones for your body and skin tone

Like tapping in the mobile phones, in my chromosomes,

Ricky moore flightposite, mike bibby blue foams

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,

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,

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

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

My talent should take me places i've never been

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