This is a song about "Cant call it"

Broken my heart, cant see it healing

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

We all call him a moose, cant do crap but abuse

Always keep it up to date, that's why the hoes choose

But i'm leaving town in a little bit

Don't call it genetic, but call it angelic

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

Cant forget the past, sad it cant be overlook

But you know what

And, i don't call it fuck

Can't stay calm cant call it quits

While scheming on hits

Shit ain’t better alone

And i'ma call it my home

I call it my holy grace

And i got them gold bottles, first place