This is a song about "Sprint phone"

It's time to turn the streets into a war zone

Like that drop out who created my phone

Everyday calling my mom on her cellular phone.

Look, she love me from them poems, and them songs, in my zone

Stop blowing up my cellphone

Put my number in your phone

I am only a man and i don't know what to think

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

He vanished just like a fad, no kiss, no phone,

You gon' miss a good thing, end up bitter alone

My only purpose in life to kill myself up on accident

Gun clicks oh shit sprint to the rooftops with no hesitation jump

And i keep a fly girl like jenny from the block

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

Then she gets a phone call

Bitch, i was born to ball