This is a song about "Call of di"

It kind of feels like middle school again when they call

Motherfucking 8 balls, til’ we live at the pool hall

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Sick of stressin, wantin to call it quits

Roll the whole mountain, now i’m on the couch bent

Off of the topic, call me the prospect.

Mighty god of lightning, some call me zeus

I ain’t gotta lie, they know i’m the truth

Ghetto whip you lisa like your margerie and homer's kid

Your level of slut's off the graph, call you uncharted/