This is a song about "Satellite phones"

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

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

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

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

I'm definitely in a class of my own

Gasping for phones, but ain't nobody even home

And i just love your flashy ways

Phones booming got the police on the chase,

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

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

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

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

Like tapping in the mobile phones, in my chromosomes,

With that said, i ain't around like my old combs