This is a song about "Sit here on my phone in my room all alone"

She walks past every damn day,i sit in my room and i just play,

Haters dont know what to say club feel like the first of the month today

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

Paparazzi, magazines: please leave me alone

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

A lotta hoes in my phone

I'm not moving like a cartoon

Then we kicked in my room

Everyday calling my mom on her cellular phone.

Even if i roll i'm a forever going to be home

I woulda done anything for my own

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

So i'll sit here in purgatory, waiting for my morning glory,

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Put my number in your phone

Jt: my mom’s been so alone