This is a song about "Telephone"

Proud of it all defensive fuck i'm rocking alone

Beating him over the head with the telephone

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

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

Know i just call it head phone

Hang up the telephone

Before i put this mac to your ear like a telephone

Look, she love me from them poems, and them songs, in my zone