This is a song about "Stupid phone"

I'm definitely in a class of my own

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

I can't believe i fell for his stupid act- this stupid trap-

If i call your hotline and pay 29.99 shit

How dare you call me stupid!

They wince at pop music and stop stupid

When they feel safe on some bitch shit

A lotta hoes in my phone

So i guess you think you grown

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

Born alone, work alone, die alone

The numbers unknown, hang up the phone

And firm his beliefs... his heart made of stone

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

Pussy ass fag stop staring at your phone