This is a song about "Telephone"

I'm definitely in a class of my own

Before i put this mac to your ear like a telephone

Soon as i get home

Hang up the telephone

And you acting grown, doggy you ain't back at home

Beating him over the head with the telephone

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

I recollect we used to ball now just living's enoughi stand tall in the winter summer spring or fall