This is a song about "Talk on phones"

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

All fifty seein visions of me shot in the chestcouldn't rest, nah nigga i was stressed

I got more bars than fully charged cell phones

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

Instead they talking bout some thunderstorm, cyclones

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

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes,

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

Gasping for phones, but ain't nobody even home

Fly nigga couldn't tell me nothing different homes

Rappers talk shit, they got no lines like cordless mobile phones,

Gods words all cursed like crackshai-tan's way of gettin us back

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

Phones booming got the police on the chase,

Yeah that girl is thick, top heavy for days