This is a song about "Wall phone"

She like, girl you wrong running away from home

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

Written in blood on the wall

Need a girl whos tryin' to ball

I'm that nigga y'all - i just ball

And golden mall with a golden wall

That ain't hard, swear to god, these niggas ain't real at all

Painting inextinguishable sentences on the wall

Pussy ass fag stop staring at your phone

Fuck the source, i'm on cover of rolling stone

I don't need no fucking throne

The numbers unknown, hang up the phone

These joints here not found at the mall

When my backs against the wall

Chicken bone, not a phone, chicken bone, not a phone

Paparazzi, magazines: please leave me alone