This is a song about "Selling my phone"

This nigga jasper trying to get grown

My friend took a pic with his small phone

On my phone miss havin you around

Out of this 3rd rock, nigga air it out

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Motherfuck my phone, it never has reception

Ya like that let me know on my the phone

Come on girl, close your eyes pretend that your home

I'm winning cause ricky made my mistakes known

I fought back, now my parents are on the phone

Once considered a rogue, i was chilling alone

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

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

Raised in this whirlwindour childhood years, recall the tears: heart laced with venom

So i parked in a tow-away zone

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,