This is a song about "Call back"

The third one is mixed, white and black

Did you call wack, they aint never rollin back,

I never use a fork i always spoon her

Fuck it, maybe i'll call back later

Don't call it genetic, but call it angelic

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

We kick it back and forth, you can call us meth and red,

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

I call all my troops to go back to the hip-hop roots,

Flyer then the rest of them, still got my nike boots

Phone in her back pocket made her booty call to say

I pray that i’m in outer space, ufo fly away

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

Picks it up to call back to tell him that she loves him with her body