This is a song about "Callin so i got to go"

Callin' for girls to administer their riches,

Dinner time she bring a friend, write my shit so vicious

I can't wait til she find out that that's really not the case

So sorry,i am brave,i got this industry to save

Now i got to go but i will be back,

Imma need to know now can a brotha crack

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Callin my phone but i moved on i just want you to see

Then start again, don't have no muthafuckin' friends niggalook inside the heartz of men

Well, gotta go the next paper is callin for my pen to create a perfect ten,

So may be i should go to a priest

Sunlife stadium, smoke on my home field

So here i begin to start and go

Dig, these niggas is fake joe