This is a song about "Phones"

With my hand under oath, i recite these quotes

Like tapping in the mobile phones, in my chromosomes,

All on their phones, they had other plans.

Sorry mr. charlie won't chap dance

I got more bars than fully charged cell phones

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

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

I’m sayin’ that i know, revealing them most

It's as if the phones, tablets and ipods have turned into cyborgs,

It's going down in history, the way i valet two doors

Fly nigga couldn't tell me nothing different homes

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

Gasping for phones, but ain't nobody even home

The kings get killed very least overthrown