This is a song about "Prepaid phones"

Gasping for phones, but ain't nobody even home

It's time to turn the streets into a war zone

Instead they talking bout some thunderstorm, cyclones

I got more bars than fully charged cell phones

Pounding on the stereo, in my head phones,

This is oh so much like getting votes

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

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

Everything i wanted never seem so close

Like tapping in the mobile phones, in my chromosomes,

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

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

Pail if u still love money better prepaid your pall