This is a song about "Call out"

Keep it real as penitentiary steelthis ain't no freestyle battle

I wouldn't even call this a battle, it feels like im out here prodding cattle

// [you can call out your guards]

Lord, you're so pretty, lying in my arms

But you ain't never pleased, maybe you should leave

Call me maeby fünke, making movies out of daydreams

// [you can call out your guards]

I got these tats all on my arms

Im on my drooly gooly shit,call me rl stine, pull out the power drill take ur spine,

I must be goin' out my mindlike i'm up against the worldthis guerilla team of mine

My sex out this world she call me martion dick

Nigga, this nigga's forehead is so fuckin' big

Them out rapping me is like sleeping on the bong call it pipe dreams

The more small people at your door like please can i receive

Head for breakfast, fuck for lunch

Stomp yo head out, call me capt'n crunch