This is a song about "Calls"

She hangs up, and calls a friend

Nigga i ain't never scared

Just me, and i ain't tryna to make no prank calls

So i went down south but i ended up north

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls

Sticking such things on walls for better calls

When that money calls i holla back

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap

I ignore the calls for blasphamy, pushing on my corrupted qi.

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

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

I don't got no time to call, hope that you ain't mad though

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

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

Immature that's what everyone's calls me,

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see