This is a song about "Talk on phones"

Go get on your blogs and talk about me paying my dues,

That man there throw wale on the shelf and i lose

25. phones gonna blow when you get the call in,

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

But instead i got a sister, just like me with her mister nada

When ever we talk, i feel like i am on cloud nine wit ya

I like to think i write and rap as tighter than some biker shorts

It's as if the phones, tablets and ipods have turned into cyborgs,

It's 6 am, i'm solitary, calling with pay phones

With my hand under oath, i recite these quotes

Do the math on the path i walk i'm done with the talk

The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop

But i leave at that on paper, don't go to people and talk smack

I left the city for a minute but it's still on my back