This is a song about "Call like that"

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

That i whinge and moan and lash out like i'm afraid you're gonna call me a fake slim shady

Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut

It's like a drunk call no matter who i call up

That wont work so theyll call the cops

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks

I never looked over, that was a blind call,

They ain't hard, swear to god. these niggas ain't real at all

Just to let you know, you are

This is last call, for that alcohol

Her phone in the bag, she dancing

Tell me that you call that rapping

Yeahehehehe nigga, we be the ballin player-ass nigga

Imma call her and have that bitch lick the tip of my ice cream cone like a

Go crazy when she hear music

Call that shit my "chic" o stick