This is a song about "Phones"

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,

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

It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due

Fly nigga couldn't tell me nothing different homes

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

If we ain't right and always at the throats

I got more bars than fully charged cell phones

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

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

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

Pounding on the stereo, in my head phones,

Instead they talking bout some thunderstorm, cyclones