This is a song about "Calling"

All black, khaki jumper, actin' a donkey

Pianist playing with #locked #keys, calling me #cocky

She's calling me an embarrassment

With such an ugly picture in it and

I spit it like a loaded nine, pop

And im back and calling shots, calling whos shot

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

Pigs calling me disrespectful cus im still yawning

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

That's why your girl keeps calling

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

Informing me it's day, as rush hour's calling,

Born alone, work alone, die alone

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

Bitch, i might make you my baby

Calling it the grand prix