This is a song about "Telephone"

Yeah, he blowing up your cell phone

Hang up the telephone

With cash that i couldn't spend, countless carsan addict for a wife, my life, as a ghetto star

Osculating bitches hormones, keepin it exciting while on my telephone with my dad carl,

Beating him over the head with the telephone

Once considered a rogue, i was chilling alone

But my vision has inclined to some interscope, and its home

Before i put this mac to your ear like a telephone