This is a song about "Windows phone"

Late night to the early morn, i been such a rolling stone

Everyday calling my mom on her cellular phone.

Green windows looking like they're made of stained glass, gothic

Here's my heart you can hold it, i won't need it on this road trip

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

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

I'll whip a 750 if it's black on chrome

Lookin out the plane windows

Here they keep a rachet close

Pussy ass fag stop staring at your phone

She ain't tryna go low, go head home

Out at night mama hit my phone

We just want you back at home

You left your nigga on his own

And don't you bring your camera phone