This is a song about "Call her baby"

I got the cookie-cutter, mami the pepper spray

Phone in her back pocket made her booty call to say

Maybe i’ll just call her spock

But it don't matter i'm a cool shot

Call your girl up and meet her/

Then the stars don't even matter

Plus she's glad for the little things she hasand over there there's a lady

And i'm smack you if call me sissy and if you think i'm a cry baby

She topped off her latest client so he didn’t call the cops

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

I swear the pen right across from hell, i can't cry

Tell my mother i love her, kiss baby sister goodbye

Bands will make her dance so baby go

I mean the shit was all bad just a week ago