This is a song about "Satellite phones"

Playin' cee-lo, rolling dice, and talkin' on their mobile phones,

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes

With my hand under oath, i recite these quotes

I got more bars than fully charged cell phones

Pounding on the stereo, in my head phones,

At least after your bid, ain't no student loans

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

High as a satellite, see

It's going down in history, the way i valet two doors

It's as if the phones, tablets and ipods have turned into cyborgs,

Black n white/ i'm higher than a satellite

'face said "the world is mine" but he lied

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

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true