This is a song about "Call for"

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

Snipping the wires, no phone call for protection

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

Cocktails, fuckin' toss one in your apartment dog

Then i blow, i’ma close out the par

This is last call, for that alcohol

Stallion of the year: medallions in my ear

Yeah thats right scratch and bite me, call for help, show fear

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

My nigga hustle all day in front of the corner store

But i know that desperate times call for similar measures

Shout out to them girls in the club that don't fuck with their professors

Well i will call you dude, i am apologizing for responding,

Better pick a better option before these nikes get to stomping

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service

I'm high as fuck and i didn't call for all this