This is a song about "What if i never oick up the phone"

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

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

We must, be the flyest of southerner men

I don't even talk to them on the phone again

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

So just pocket your phone, i don't even care if you smash it, just turn it off.

So is dr. j and moses malone

I miss hearing your voice over the phone

It's like i'm an alien who alienates by the herd, so as far as being heard

Told to leave no stone unturned, what happens if i never get big and discovered

'til a stray bullet got his lungs struck

If you like what we doing speak the fuck up

I fought back, now my parents are on the phone

Girlfriends, groupies, then i'm all alone

Far away from home

Stop blowin up my phone