This is a song about "Call your cusin"

Looking for dangerously hot bitches and safe sex

Call nine-one-one, cause i left your head for the feds

When i get my v12, i’ma be in six of them

So slim davy please call up your mum

// [you can call out your guards]

Please correct me, stretch marks

Don't change your mind and call me the rap game king

But wouldn't be the topic of my few friends talking

Turn your face pale white call that michael jackson

Shit and run back to the lab, need assistance from

Call your moms, tell her to plan yer burial

Ha, running rebel on another level

I think i've got some enemies disguised as friends

Can you prove there's something you can call your breasts?

Your level of slut's off the graph, call you uncharted/

Yeah, inglewoodinglewood always up to no good