This is a song about "Call"

Don't call it genetic, but call it angelic

Of my dick, head, melon off and let it rip

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

From now on dont call me lriss call me the examiner

Some call me shady and some call me wayne

Hundred thousand dollars and that’s on champagne

If i'm getting geetchi i can rock three chains on either block

Call me what you want call me a cheater, call me mock

As i'm watching the snow fall

Its all me if you call

Hands up, throw me up against the wall

I got some down bitches i can call

Just me and my boss no worries at all

And i ain't even planning to call

Then she gets a phone call

Know you want me to fall