This is a song about "Angry phone calls"

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

Or leave him angry heating.

The mother of these feelings calls herself dispair,

You sitting at the bar wearing barbaro's hair

A lotta hoes in my phone

She ain't tryna go low, go head home

So i went down south but i ended up north

Sticking such things on walls for better calls

When that money calls i holla back

While i am poppin' like a snappin' crack

Can't win with a passive attack

Imma spit this angry rap

I understand that you are angry

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Im lusciously, amazing, but yet im vigorously, angry,

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family