Hardcore.

Crowded on the way to work, but found a seat next to this guy probably 18 or 19. He sat there very thugged out in baggy pants, flannel, gold chains, gold tooth, smelling like so much cologne.
He was also talking very loudly on the phone next to me.

"Yeah, I heardja.  I'll be derr. Don't be all like dat."

He went off or some time on the person on the other end of the call. When he was done, he pulled his iPhone from his head, and I glanced over only to see the screen:

A picture of a sweet lady, and in white letters at the top of the screen, "Mommy."