This is a song about "Talk on phones"

Paparazzi, magazines: please leave me alone

Gasping for phones, but ain't nobody even home

You rely on trash talk cause you're rhyme's are just garbage

Is the chick ain't even have brains, dummy like a bitch

Anybody who talk shit i getting sliced up. so iif u see me on cbs news

Never had a drop, but what have i to lose, i still have the opportunity to choose,

That man there throw wale on the shelf and i lose

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

You know they at home watching lifetime or on the internet

I hear them talk, and run back to my room, my dad checks up on my bed//

Cuz on the internet, you all talk,

Came from the bottom, aiming for the top

You didn't even talk to me on the phone

And you acting grown, doggy you ain't back at home

I used to talk to her for many hours rollin' on the floor.

And wonder why i ain't ever caught that feeling before