This is a song about "Call and connect with a random person somewhere in the world"

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Boy meets world and in this story the world is topanga just call me corry

But when it’s all said and done i’mma be ahead of them

Discerning between a sermon and the life of a real person

Air becomes a resistance when i connect the speakers to your mind

Then bring your big bad ass to california, cause we ain't hard to find

No person came no one ever even offered a call/

It ain't hard, swear to god. these niggas ain't real at all

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

Only person i can trust in this world is my chauffeur

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him

Connect the dots: i call it interpolation,

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape

The world is a mest up place, with anger and hate

But it's buried in the sand somewhere and you let it stay there instead

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead