This is a song about "Satellite phones"

This is oh so much like getting votes

I got more bars than fully charged cell phones

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

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

I’m turned up, i can’t feel my face

Phones booming got the police on the chase,

Born alone, work alone, die alone

Gasping for phones, but ain't nobody even home

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

I like to think i write and rap as tighter than some biker shorts

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

Instead they talking bout some thunderstorm, cyclones

All on their phones, they had other plans.

Sorry mr. charlie won't chap dance

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

Fly nigga couldn't tell me nothing different homes