This is a song about "Talk on phones"

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

Phones booming got the police on the chase,

I don't even talk to them on the phone again

And all the girls we knew that screamed fuck you going let me then

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

The game's a chick; i'm kobe, i'mma rape the bitch

But i'm so committed, they have grown familiar

Cuz when you talk tough i put my finger on the trigger,

When they talk about the best rapper on the pad, yeezy ain't get no respect

When you next to medo you wanna test me ?put your tired head on my chest

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

What you think i flow for? y'all niggas is old dog

I got more bars than fully charged cell phones

Funny, right? ha-ha, this shit's jokes