This is a song about "Call outs"

Just me and my boss no worries at all

Jesus what a fucking close call,

Now we must stand tall

I get sad when u dont call

Better or worse, the center of attention

Worthless drop outs with no love or affection,

Shout outs to all yall who helped me reach fame

Hell yahtry to dirty up my name

But when i come around her crib, i go in on this chick

Don't call it genetic, but call it angelic

Call me what you want call me a cheater, call me mock

Aiyyo cam before the cops rush, close the spot

Hands up, throw me up against the wall

So any future amends is not my call