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

Talk loud around the hood, now im taking your phone

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

Here i go again, falling in love again

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

Bring on the new replacement, selling dope on the pavement

Harder than my dick when taylor swift is in my basement

And i don’t gotta front, i play these niggas like a wisdom tooth

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

My heart is all kind of cold, hope that you all got a coat

From hustler rappers bragging about selling the whitest coke,

You didn't even talk to me on the phone

This nigga jasper trying to get grown

Ya like that let me know on my the phone

And firm his beliefs... his heart made of stone