This is a song about "Call your mama"

But this bitch really think that i'm 'bout to buy her dinner

Got a black ice chain, and it'll make your mama shiver.

Call me on your eighteenth

I said believe in your dreams

Through all the rain and the pain

Shut your mouth, call you bane

That's life shit alright, shit, i could call you right quick

Call me diabolic best hand over your wallet

He gave me so much drama i had to call my mama,

I make music for a reason, didn't vote obama

And spit it the way i do simp-a-ly because i like this song

Police on your mama phone, talking bout your baby gone//

Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze

I'll call a installer for your broken face