This is a song about "Tanners bummy ass phone"

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

The bitch is back at her house sitting by the phone

I'm definitely in a class of my own

I miss hearing your voice over the phone

Then she gets a phone call

So fuck em' all

Chicken bone, not a phone, chicken bone, not a phone

Proud of it all defensive fuck i'm rocking alone

A lotta hoes in my phone

Real street nigga, ain’t no clone

But the minute i took out my phone

Little latasha sho' grown

Pussy ass fag stop staring at your phone

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

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

Blowing head back, bottles by the zone