This is a song about "Satellite phones"

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

It's 6 am, i'm solitary, calling with pay phones

I got more bars than fully charged cell phones

Wouldn't it be nice if the banks didn't fuck up the loans

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

Rappers talk shit, they got no lines like cordless mobile phones,

He said that he rather put the pump to his face

Phones booming got the police on the chase,

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes,

In front of our building, they was my heroes

Could i make you my baby

High as a satellite, see

Pounding on the stereo, in my head phones,

This is oh so much like getting votes