This is a song about "Calls"

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks

Which calls for variations

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

Shout outs to my philly hoes, told her drop that eagle low

All our minds, yeah he calls himself stress ya know,

Unless its a booty calls comin from the stalls

So much fuckin' white make darth vader have a dimmer force

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

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

And ignores all my phone calls just to disturb me

Whole ride hazy tell her don't drive crazy

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

She insecure with her body so she like fuck it though