This is a song about "Talking on the phone"

Nickel bag full of sess weed laced with hash

On the phone. 10 years he got, chasin' that cash

Uhh im underated but i got multimillion dollar songs on my phone,

I feel something change in the weather, and i’m home, home, home

Don’t let it drift away like a feather and i’m home, home, home

And when i do baby ill right be there with you on the phone,

But oh i can’t stay away, not never, your my home, home, home

All the shit that his dealing on his own, if only he had a friend to phone

Come on girl, close your eyes pretend that your home

Ya like that let me know on my the phone

She ain't tryna go low, go head home

The numbers unknown, hang up the phone

Now i see you talking on the phone to all the other girls

Behind the velvet rope, snapping a lot of pictures

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

Rectum, i'm like a chromosome i always x them