This is a song about "Call that pasta"

I never looked over, that was a blind call,

Y'all the truth, got a connection with you all

Say "hello, goodmorning" and call that art

And my bank account look just like a phone card

Hands up, throw me up against the wall

Sometimes you wait and you'll never get that call,

Fake young snitches that call us up

That shit was wack as fuck

That you call the rap game

It's been nothing but pain

Codeine in my oj, call that liquid luck,

Fuck it, momma's proud of her asthmatic thin fuck