This is a song about "A phone call away from rolling it up"

Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john

Hold up call it prime time, hold up i'm a mob bomb.

Didn't do a thing at all

Hit me up for a booty call.

I done seen embalming fluid ruin a nigga promise

Rolling up a paper, blunt wraps go to vapor, in a puff,

Music that y'all condone

A lotta hoes in my phone

Call it right, you might end up with a small win

And just looked at the whole situation

Rolling up a blunt so we can elevate

And that was when i was in the eighth grade

I cant get it away from me

Ridin’ round, and this bitch dirty

Sitting around and waiting for the phone call, will it be or won’t it be

Particularly, these bitches that's inner ugly and outer pretty