This is a song about "Up in my phone"

And one day you're gone grow to be a rolling stone

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

Getting brain when i’m talking on the phone

Sit here on my phone in my room all alone

This nigga jasper trying to get grown

It feel just like i get lyrics off my phone

She screamed but i bashed her head in with a cordless phone.

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

Erbbody blowin up my phone no distractions so you know we gonna do this

You fronting niggas hate to meet up withbut my crew holdin' duffle bags bitches

Lets get fucked up to the bone

My friend took a pic with his small phone

Blowing head back, bottles by the zone

Ya like that let me know on my the phone

Young money, cash money so strong, keep scorin’, i’ma bring it on home

Uhh im underated but i got multimillion dollar songs on my phone,