This is a song about "Selling my phone"

My records selling out the stores now

Will somebody please show me how

Listen, i said we gonna have a good time tonight

I keep texting on my phone for the whole night

Mami told me son, hold your own

Stop blowin up my phone

Everyday calling my mom on her cellular phone.

And one day you're gone grow to be a rolling stone

So i parked in a tow-away zone

Out at night mama hit my phone

A lotta hoes in my phone

I don't need no fucking throne

My phone rings and i wonder who you took next

And don't perform after him or you might regret

So i ended up all alone

Put my number in your phone