This is a song about "Call of futy"

He said that he rather put the pump to his face

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

Call me the bigness i'm in the business of lyrical wizardry

Roll along and got tipsy then tonight, tommorow you the mystery

Shout out to joe and chris, it's a.p on my wrist

Call me stick the man of a million eyes i'ma pimp

And now your best friend's having kids

Sick of stressin, wantin to call it quits

You can call me the daddy of miami

With some matching pink panties, lipstick from my granny