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,

Hang up the telephone

Yeah, he blowing up your cell phone

Before i put this mac to your ear like a telephone

For imitatin the off switch like i'm on top of my own

Beating him over the head with the telephone

And all these peasant motherfuckers take shots at the throne