This is a song about "Call"

And i ain't even planning to call

These joints here not found at the mall

I get sad when u dont call

Hands up, throw me up against the wall

Playing in the corn, wake up call

A real life viking, shout out to st. paul

Im sexing her bodyim gonna make her crawl

Is my life,you consider it my call

And i love you all

Then she gets a phone call

Its all me if you call

Need a girl whos tryin' to ball

Don't call it genetic, but call it angelic

I like my glasses full, as if my eyes is big

I'm tellen you one day these suckers gotta fall

So any future amends is not my call