This is a song about "Prosses of cellular respiration"

Everyday calling my mom on her cellular phone.

And you acting grown, doggy you ain't back at home

Return of the king of flow

Ran outside to see the big show

Using blacks of course was of wide appeal

And keep my account the same way…fuck outta here

Out of this coviction of feelings

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

That's why i shine like i does

Of potential cases

Look, cole world, still a cold world

Of being of always getting wired

I woulda done anything for my own

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

Proud of it all defensive fuck i'm rocking alone

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,