This is a song about "Up in my phone"

It feel just like i get lyrics off my phone

Paparazzi, magazines: please leave me alone

My mother walkin' in, saw i was on my phone

The kings get killed very least overthrown

A lotta hoes in my phone

That he dont even own

Fuck you if you feelin' different

Zoned out face in a cell phone - imprisoned

She ain't tryna go low, go head home

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

Tell the lady in the liquorstore that she's forgiven, so come home

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

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

Everyday calling my mom on her cellular phone.

Playing with fire is a danger zone

Like that drop out who created my phone