This is a song about "Better call saul"

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

Better call an ambulance to stand a chance

Girl lemme get them ooh aahs then i gotta catch my plane

Better guard ya brain cause i'm what they call insane.

Fuck wolf gang, fuck what? here let's take a trip

Don't call it genetic, but call it angelic

Yeah, ready for whatever

I like silver better!..

Cause my hoes in the x like they model for cars

Hustler on the block somebody better call the cops

Round the world you better call me the lawn dart

And my bank account look just like a phone card

Life’s a bitch and i feel her

Do tell us? who's better?

That's right i'm right bitch you better call yo self a friend/

It's pie in the sky and there's bodies on the cement