This is a song about "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,

Before i put this mac to your ear like a telephone

I know i ain’t perfect, i’m out here working for the throne

Hang up the telephone

Music that y'all condone

Proud of it all defensive fuck i'm rocking alone

Beating him over the head with the telephone