This is a song about "Ringing like a telephone"

Money ain't a thing

Ringing digging singing

You passed out, bitch you ain't even listening

My head keeps spinning and ears keep ringing

Hang up the telephone

Yeah, you can tell em i’m home

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

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

Like a richter; i'm andy, like a hurricane; sandy

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Everybody watching while you touching real money

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

Like eminem i feel like a rap god

Forever hop cause it don't stop... on my block

Sinnin' like a catholic, prayin' like a baptist,

I'm ready to hit 'em with this gift