This is a song about "Call the 411 to get the 811 so you don t have to call the 911"

A lil' closer let me see you in the spot light

So call the wedding off the sched. due to loss of your bride

And to be honest i don’t know what niggas talkin bout

Writing the illest rhymes to get the name big t out/

Ambition, pardon my ambition

25. phones gonna blow when you get the call in,

How do you have the nerve to call me weak, yet

And i know you miss me tooshe sighed then she said

You spit so slow, you gotta call a tow to get you where you goin,

Everything is written in the cold, so it can coin-

I got the whole damn world on this shoe shit, true shit

You try to call the cops a new snitches on the market.

Best shit to come out the ville, call me the bluegrass biggie/

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see