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

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

Tho' memories fadei got your name tated on my arm

Then she gets a phone call

Know you want me to fall

I cant get it away from me

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

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

Get a bottle of ciroc and take a chopper to the party

A lotta hoes in my phone

Now all i am is alone

Psych! already tried before, that phone call equals a fueled strike/

Walter payton mercedez, sweetness in every ride

When i get my phone i get snapped nudes, mostly from some bitch i saved from a ditch,

Salute me, game: invented it, and you can't get no membership, little bitch