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

Snakes ain't got enough nuts to replace mesittin in this, livin hell, listenin to niggas yell

Oh well i gotta go i got more important things to do than play around with you farewell.

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

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

The tracks on snack off raps, see stacks from back of my slacks

Callin' me gay?! i smash fools like you, add them to my whey stacks

I tell him nigga you got to go

Y'all niggas come last, i'm first though

So i know you got to watch out for the warm days

Ya'll don't move em' you dudes is at that slow pace

Im wastin punchlines but i got so many to spare i just thought of another one that might go here

And red alert was puttin in work, with chuck chillhad my homies on the hill getting ill, when shit was real

I haven't been my self but now my personality is starting to unfold and undress!

So i go down to the dmv fro my permit and split forever altogether i guess

So i take a walk to go and pick up some haze,

So they just keep going, saying nigga in his face