This is a song about "Telephone"

Before i put this mac to your ear like a telephone

My heart too dark, i’m so gone, delete my phone

Beating him over the head with the telephone

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

Hang up the telephone

Little latasha sho' grown

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

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