This is a song about "Ringe phone"

Whining and complaining about when you coming home

He vanished just like a fad, no kiss, no phone,

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

And firm his beliefs... his heart made of stone

Little latasha sho' grown

A lotta hoes in my phone

Smoke one stack straight to my dome

But the minute i took out my phone

Jt: my mom’s been so alone

I get called up but i hear no phone

This nigga jasper trying to get grown

I fought back, now my parents are on the phone

The bitch is back at her house sitting by the phone

Look, she love me from them poems, and them songs, in my zone

On my way back home

So i always use a phone