This is a song about "Call your cusin"

// [you can call out your guards]

Finish line with the tire marks

But you can call me your holy fucking satanist/

Take a look, to this bullet, now my finger slipped

Catchdubs you a motherfucker

Call your girl up and meet her/

So slim davy please call up your mum

And it rules everything around them

T.i. literally wanted to shoot up the charts

Bitch ill fuck you up; call your body guards.

All right, they call me the professor, but you can call me your successor

Well that's not her fucking name, but i think this shit is clever

Call all my gangsta homies to help me restructure your face.

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

After all that shit you still call me baby in your arms

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards