This is a song about "Call b in the morning face time my phone s in yeah your boy s on line and it sounds like trouble mmm well bye"

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

Eatin nubo dishes, with my soul food princess

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

Seems like there s a killer on the scene

I miss you at my recent show

Get it in the morning like alonzo

Put my number in your phone

Playin with fire is a danger zone

Pay dues like a hair salon

Wait what if it was the "great"'s ghost on

Step in the club and it's all eyes, champagne i sip mine

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

Up in your driveway, say bye bye

Blowin' fluke horns, i'm not high

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

Like i got an s on my chest i thank god that im still here hes my bullet