This is a song about "Satellite phones"

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

All on their phones, they had other plans.

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

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

Black n white/ i'm higher than a satellite

I keep my friends close, enemies on a leash like

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

Fly nigga couldn't tell me nothing different homes

I got more bars than fully charged cell phones

With my hand under oath, i recite these quotes

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

Born alone, work alone, die alone

Gasping for phones, but ain't nobody even home