This is a song about "Call outs"

Call it love or call it gravitational attraction

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Don't call it genetic, but call it angelic

So tell me i ain't shit, go and embellish it a bit

The board ceo, i'm glad you all

I get sad when u dont call

So any future amends is not my call

That ain't hard, swear to god, these niggas ain't real at all

Mirror mirror on the wall

Jesus what a fucking close call,

Yeah, real or fake, bitch!hotter then the summer coupe

Tryna stand out nigguhs giving hand outs like a substitute

Call me a bitch call me a dog,

I got kicked off, i used to shit talk