This is a song about "Calls"

And ignores all my phone calls just to disturb me

I keep that hottie, just look at her body

Your girl calls it hockey stick

Pepe le pew my music

The mother of these feelings calls herself dispair,

You ain't gotta stare, go cop a pair

Alright, yeah, nigga, i was in the mall

No phone calls no visits no contact at all

She hangs up, and calls a friend

Then push the milk on a slow bend

It calls for separation of the federal state and church,

Oh shit reverse the hearse , the curse of eazy coming back slowly and it lurch,

My father was missing, war lord oliver north

Some how made it cos they sprayed it on walls the last calls