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

Gets older, bolder, and cold cause he's left alone

You didn't even talk to me on the phone

I fought back, now my parents are on the phone

Look, she love me from them poems, and them songs, in my zone

I miss hearing your voice over the phone

You gotta learn how to walk on your own

I'm definitely in a class of my own

Ya like that let me know on my the phone

Forreal, i got a pole in the basement

Bring on the new replacement, selling dope on the pavement

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

The mainstream is selling out, giving their bodies and souls,

Hit towns with coke, a .45 blue as chrome

Ya like that let me know on my the phone