This is a song about "Talking on the phone"

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

Young money, cash money so strong, keep scorin’, i’ma bring it on home

On the phone, fuck im feelin dizzy, rippin out the cord

No crucifix chains, i’m ain’t sure if i’m forgiven, lord

Ya like that let me know on my the phone

Girlfriends, groupies, then i'm all alone

Police on your mama phone, talking bout your baby gone//

But i overshine ain't no niggas over sean

Tell the lady in the liquorstore that she's forgiven, so come home

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

Don’t hit my twitter, leave me alone

I fought back, now my parents are on the phone

Inhibitions is gone, she just want to be known

My mother walkin' in, saw i was on my phone

You cowardly-hearted, you couldn't make it on your own

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,