This is a song about "Selling my phone"

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

I feel something change in the weather, and i’m home, home, home

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

Playin with fire is a danger zone

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Motherfuck my phone, it never has reception

Gets older, bolder, and cold cause he's left alone

Everyday calling my mom on her cellular phone.

Ya like that let me know on my the phone

Playing with fire is a danger zone

Him attention but moms, yeah my momma as loyal as any sister would come

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