This is a song about "Tanners bummy ass phone"

Born alone, work alone, die alone

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

A lotta hoes in my phone

So i parked in a tow-away zone

Talk loud around the hood, now im taking your phone

Whining and complaining about when you coming home

I'm definitely in a class of my own

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

Stop blowin up my phone

Gotta handle your own

And don't you bring your camera phone

Girlfriends, groupies, then i'm all alone

But i don't trust anybody, yeah no one

Phone company's robbing you with collusion