This is a song about "Sprint phone"

The bitch is back at her house sitting by the phone

I woulda done anything for my own

I need a ring, like a phone

So i parked in a tow-away zone

You got nothing, you sprint to keep up with my jog

Then all i really want is for her to get on top

But the minute i took out my phone

Drink whatever's left, kill the pussy, tombstone

You better sprint out the building cause we bout to set it off.

No sixteen, no vaccine, i'm so sick my ten bars cough

The doctor has arrived just be patient

They walk then i'mma jog, they job then i'mma sprint

And don't you bring your camera phone

Real street nigga, ain’t no clone

Out at night mama hit my phone

Little latasha sho' grown