This is a song about "Telephone"

Now i'm in the zone

Hang up 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

Gets older, bolder, and cold cause he's left alone

Before i put this mac to your ear like a telephone

Paparazzi, magazines: please leave me alone

Beating him over the head with the telephone