This is a song about "Tanners bummy ass phone"

And one day you're gone grow to be a rolling stone

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

The bitch is back at her house sitting by the phone

And firm his beliefs... his heart made of stone

Now i'm in the zone

Stop blowin up my phone

That why when he outta town i make sure she is not alone

Everyday calling my mom on her cellular phone.

I fought back, now my parents are on the phone

I'm definitely in a class of my own

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

Girlfriends, groupies, then i'm all alone

My friend took a pic with his small phone

Playin with fire is a danger zone

You gon' miss a good thing, end up bitter alone

Talk loud around the hood, now im taking your phone