This is a song about "Angry phone calls"

I was angry and sad

The door crack, niggas all black

Killing these niggas off quick

Your girl calls it hockey stick

Which calls for variations

We buy cars, y’all flip whips

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

When your sad angry happy

I just want somebody i can see

I understand that you are angry

Girlfriends, groupies, then i'm all alone

I need a ring, like a phone

A lotta hoes in my phone

Now all i am is alone