This is a song about "Satellite phones"

Gasping for phones, but ain't nobody even home

You gon' miss a good thing, end up bitter alone

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

All on their phones, they had other plans.

If we ain't right and always at the throats

Pounding on the stereo, in my head phones,

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

Y'all niggas #got #no #lines like a whole line of #cordless #open #phones

I’m smoother than alopecia skin

25. phones gonna blow when you get the call in,

Phones booming got the police on the chase,

Put expressions in their music and create the face

Even my critics are saying a nigga name right

Black n white/ i'm higher than a satellite