This is a song about "Calls"

It calls for separation of the federal state and church,

Kind of chill but every now and then i get this violent urge,

City national bank evolve into shape

Fucked up in the membrane my brain calls it rape

She hangs up, and calls a friend

Thought we’d be together ’till the end

With all that power, he calls everyone a coward

Next to it: stash mattress. under it: cash, bastard

When that money calls i holla back

? all white but the phantom is all black

I run circles round these niggas' world like saturn

Keep the calls coming in more money earn,

Let me mine you until your vagina is wet enough and fill your mind with pleasant thoughts

Three of my boys i failed to protect , one word springs to mind , man kind , calls

I've burned so hot, science calls me pyre/

And then along came the wrong man for her