This is a song about "Call your mama"

To pour lava on your own mama and snap your thin throats

And the money that my momma spent on rent and clothes

We're lookin out for your babies mama

Lucky seven probably poppa

Shut your mouth, call you bane

So we can live again

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

Call me diabolic best hand over your wallet

She say this shit for college, i told her drop her a prada

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

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

Find your number in my phone and don't know what be goin wrong

Make me another brother

Call your girl up and meet her/