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

Have they all forgot who made this golf shit hot again

But your selling weed your the guy that gets them a ten

From hustler rappers bragging about selling the whitest coke,

She be sliding on the pole, slide down and roll my smoke

For the dough you'll be like doe, stuck at home

Talk loud around the hood, now im taking your phone

Bad bitches onlybig bank roll

Its like selling the devil your soul

You didn't even talk to me on the phone

The j gets smaller, i'm loving my zone

Girlfriends, groupies, then i'm all alone

I miss hearing your voice over the phone

The numbers unknown, hang up the phone

So i parked in a tow-away zone

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

And don't give a fuck life is just a game of luck so realize the negative energy