This is a song about "Call right back"

Over me the same peeps that have died

This is fun though right? looking back in hindsight

Won't bring your mommy back, or even make things right

Cause you're not my wife, bitch you're a stand for this night

Motherfuckin' place at the same motherfuckin' time

They should call the back-up units because they just ruined mine

So ironic how they call me cracker, i could crack 'em back,

Where fiends always on that water like a lily pad

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

Be different word to the gant bust sins right into your back

They can't see me, i'm like the team that brought brett back

Oh shit guess who's back yeah that's right it's zack

Straight stabbing rap, right in the back

Top dropped down, black on black

A place to spend my quiet nights, time to unwind

I'll be back tomorrow, really think i'm right in the mind?