This is a song about "Call of di"

One time for the girls with the right shoes

Mighty god of lightning, some call me zeus

Sick of stressin, wantin to call it quits

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

Cause either you gonna whine or you climb; i chose the latter

But you died of cancer. sometimes i call you, hoping you'll answer.

They call me the god of night and the king of days

Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze

You can call me the daddy of miami

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key