This is a song about "Call your mama"

Give your mother a call, bring your girlfriend roses,

The fence they was on about my rap skills

Please correct me, stretch marks

// [you can call out your guards]

Call me diabolic best hand over your wallet

The shit is so bare, my diary isn't hid

Thought this was forever love

Man i will call your bluff

'cause your mama used to beat you with a belt buckle.

Rack city, rack city she need a shovel

// [you can call out your guards]

I got these tats all on my arms

Your papa your mama should tell you not to miss with me

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city