This is a song about "Selling my phone"

My mother walkin' in, saw i was on my phone

Born alone, work alone, die alone

This nigga jasper trying to get grown

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

Since your sister got my number my phone can't stop ringing

Cause i fuck all her brains out

On my phone miss havin you around

It's time to turn the streets into a war zone

I fought back, now my parents are on the phone

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

Album: smoothsong: playa young thugs

Selling coke to the fiends stuck in my raw ways,eyes always red in the days from

Probably banging in your sister with my children swimming in her system

But oh i can’t stay away, not never, your my home, home, home

Uhh im underated but i got multimillion dollar songs on my phone,