This is a song about "Call right back"

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

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

So i stare right back at it

Hit your block with a glock, blog that

Win or losered or bluewe must all stay true

Now my team comin right back at u

Did you call wack, they aint never rollin back,

Thats the end of my speech, i'm a need you to clap

Woof, bitch, top doglay yo girl face on my lap, let her play with my sack

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

Straight stabbing rap, right in the back

Chat up your lookin off your knee pad

That's right i'm right bitch you better call yo self a friend/

Hold your applause until the ceremony end

So we argue and play fight, all day and night

You can call me wrong but that doesnt make you right,