This is a song about "Call 911"

Hands up, throw me up against the wall

And i ain't even planning to call

Don't call it genetic, but call it angelic

You're fired and tired, you can't stay up like a limp dick

Then she gets a phone call

And i love you all

Had so much kush and ciroc, bitch, i think my heart stop

Call me what you want call me a cheater, call me mock

Try to call me (try to call me)

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

You call yourself an emcee, i call you a poet,

Whole team full of og’s packing fo-fo’s on the hip hip

Call me homophobic,

Pose, click, pose, click

Mirror mirror on the wall

Jesus what a fucking close call,