This is a song about "Ringing like a telephone"

The ringing in your ear

Your bra up over here

Or a yoda, like yofti, enlightened, like a yogi

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

And a flow like a butter fly that stings like a bee

Like a bird without a cage

Magic city a lil bit of change

You never gonna forgive me, but your so damn pretty

Cause i fly like a butterfly and sting like a bee

Hang up the telephone

So i guess you think you grown

My head keeps spinning and ears keep ringing

Ricky is sitting, baba was sitting

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Goin' eighty on a freeway, then her cell phone's ringing,