This is a song about "Call for"

If you try to give it to me at the door

Call me atlas, i'm ruthless and looking for war

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur

And call the hospital for him for later.

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

Call nine-one-one, cause i left your head for the feds

Didn't do a thing at all

Hit me up for a booty call.

Money on call for when i need it

Yeah see i let my nigga hit that

Im starved got you in my pot call it food for thought

Cocktails, fuckin' toss one in your apartment dog

So call the fire-bridge and get ready for my revenge

But this is what'll kill me in the end always wanting to avenge