This is a song about "Selling energy over the phone"

Everynight we talked over the phone seconds turned to minutes, minutes into hours,

It's enough to make you crazy, it's fuckin with my domeya only live once on this earth

I dont see a touchdown, arms up field goal

Its like selling the devil your soul

From hustler rappers bragging about selling the whitest coke,

When i be speaking they be geekin' like i'm giving bitches dope

You wondering why she ain't fucking, we winning, nigga you lose

Food gives energy, people pursue the recipes but are drained of juice

I'm feeling the dark energy. the darkness inside me.

With the blaze a your bluntsand you can picture thoughts slowly

I fought back, now my parents are on the phone

You cowardly-hearted, you couldn't make it on your own

Snipping the wires, no phone call for protection

Or do you understand the stressing, the aggression

Fuck the source, i'm on cover of rolling stone

I miss hearing your voice over the phone