This is a song about "Phones"

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

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

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

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

Young nigga with old spirit and ambition

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

They say that i never cease to amaze

Phones booming got the police on the chase,

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

Like tapping in the mobile phones, in my chromosomes,

This is oh so much like getting votes

Pounding on the stereo, in my head phones,

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

Body doze, who ? give em karate blows

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

Gasping for phones, but ain't nobody even home