This is a song about "Phones"

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,

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,

Sorta like drano...you know how the game goes

Gasping for phones, but ain't nobody even home

Late night to the early morn, i been such a rolling stone

I got more bars than fully charged cell phones

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

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

Anyways give it up the capital the nation

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

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

Pounding on the stereo, in my head phones,

With my hand under oath, i recite these quotes