This is a song about "Selling my phone"

You shook my world and it felt apart

I know my calling's worth like phone card

I'll whip a 750 if it's black on chrome

Ya like that let me know on my the phone

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

I woulda done anything for my own

Proud of it all defensive fuck i'm rocking alone

It feel just like i get lyrics off my phone

All i got is my phone to practice my wicked sound

Then speed it up, this playing in the background

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

Girlfriends, groupies, then i'm all alone

Will somebody please show me how

My records selling out the stores now