This is a song about "Calls"

Uh, yeah, hot damn, here we go again

He calls it art when he arranges them

Streets bad, tyga ill, drake magic

Your girl calls it hockey stick

Your phone's cocked, but i've blocked your calls to triple o

Hollow tip dum-dums eat flesh like piranhas though

It calls for separation of the federal state and church,

But you gotta understand i been broken and this my purge,

How did they know? i didnt make any calls?

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls

Smoking khaled, my weed the best

She hangs up, and calls a friend

The mother of these feelings calls herself dispair,

Striving, working nine to five with no health care

This a different motor man better go to work

With all that power, he calls everyone a coward