This is a song about "Dialing a wrong number"

We're out with the stars, you're on your way to the best night ever

They gave a one eight hundred number to her mother, who showed her

I put it to your mug, and it ain’t gonna wait

Tryna do me wrong? you made a mistake

Fly as a wright brother, i guess that mean you wrong

And before the sun came up, he was gone

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

It's a verbal heart attack, call 9 1 1 get dialing

They swore that i was all fuckin' nuts like a gay porn

Like a backwards rollie i hoping i dont get this time wrong

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

Number seven, rap's supposed to be a form of expression

Wanting to stab a couple bully's in thier eyes with a number 2 pencil,

Me lay down tracks. so take a step back and look in the mirror then maybe you will