This is a song about "Call your mama"

// [you can call out your guards]

Please correct me, stretch marks

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

So slim davy please call up your mum

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

And the money that my momma spent on rent and clothes

Give your mother a call, bring your girlfriend roses,

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

Dude your bad at call of duty ghost

So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold

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

Before a nigga signed i had a healthier liver

Call your girl up and meet her/

All prada, flow is all water

Finish line with the tire marks

// [you can call out your guards]