This is a song about "Telephone"

So i ended up all alone

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

It's time to turn the streets into a war zone

Long before i knew the significance of a comb

Before i put this mac to your ear like a telephone