This is a song about "Prepaid phones"

I got more bars than fully charged cell phones

Wouldn't it be nice if the banks didn't fuck up the loans

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes

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

Girl the way you're movin', got me in a trance

All on their phones, they had other plans.

With my hand under oath, i recite these quotes

Pounding on the stereo, in my head phones,

Gasping for phones, but ain't nobody even home

I know i ain’t perfect, i’m out here working for the throne

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

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

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

Women'll sell they soul just to buy some attention