This is a song about "Up in my phone"

Sitting in the room, on the phone, cooking up orders

It was just the four of us uptown corners

Stop blowin up my phone

Shit ain’t better alone

Put my number in your phone

On my way back home

The streets in need of a king, you can tell 'em i’m home

It feel just like i get lyrics off my 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,

The numbers unknown, hang up the phone

Lets get fucked up to the bone

For the dough you'll be like doe, stuck at home

Sit here on my phone in my room all alone

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

I got a love jones for your body and skin tone