This is a song about "Phones"

Ever since grandma died, everyone parted ways

Phones booming got the police on the chase,

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

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

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

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes

Like tapping in the mobile phones, in my chromosomes,

Fly nigga couldn't tell me nothing different homes

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

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

Gasping for phones, but ain't nobody even home

I'm definitely in a class of my own

All on their phones, they had other plans.

Girl, you got me in a trance