This is a song about "Windows phone"

The numbers unknown, hang up the phone

We just want you back at home

She shot out his windows that cost him 3 figures

Ridin' with rats you niggas should be in glass slippers

'cause late in the night she'll be stoning my windows

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

Had looked through the windows!

Here they keep a rachet close

Everyday calling my mom on her cellular phone.

That why when he outta town i make sure she is not alone

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

Say what you want i'm immature like roger go home

A lotta hoes in my phone

Soon as i come home

I miss hearing your voice over the phone

She like, girl you wrong running away from home