This is a song about "Selling my phone"

And it's well known that rell home

My friend took a pic with his small phone

Like that drop out who created my phone

Drink whatever's left, kill the pussy, tombstone

I know my calling's worth like phone card

February cold as my heart

Out at night mama hit my phone

So is dr. j and moses malone

I don't need no fucking throne

Stop blowin up my phone

And i'm amazed you clown niggas is still around

All i got is my phone to practice my wicked sound

She ain't tryna go low, go head home

Ya like that let me know on my the phone

European model white bitch is eating donuts

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs