This is a song about "Windows phone"

I jive like bone

Stop blowin up my phone

And it's well known that rell home

The numbers unknown, hang up the phone

A lotta hoes in my phone

She ain't tryna go low, go head home

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

Blasting recovery, windows down, so your buddies dash, my buddies laugh

Im shinin too hard on these hatas roll up yo windows

At the same damn time, gettin' hit on by a couple hoes

Put my number in your phone

Music that y'all condone

Damn i’m no good, but damn it’s so good

Keep your doors locked and your windows secured,

Framed stain-glass windows with white widows closing in/

Ten more depending on where wale going