This is a song about "Call me up"

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

Then call me up cuz im maintenance,

Cops rollin' past, rollin' papers in the passenger

From now on dont call me lriss call me the examiner

She needs to call me up.

Say what you wanna but

Hopped up over enough fences, call me hispanic/

We touch down in moscow and take flicks like click click

Yea this is like a penthouse, served at the top floor

But now i cleaned up my act, call me lysol

But most times darling the sequel sucks

Call me up late while im on drugs

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

Under pressure i don't sweat like my pores shut

And isaiah say one day your time will come

I'm burning up, i'm so hot they call me molten/