This is a song about "Keep calling"

She's calling me an embarrassment

And bijies like im out and

And im back and calling shots, calling whos shot

Drip drop, the angels made a pit stop

So im calling your bluff

And panned out, i'm all in love

Run for cover and return fire

Spit, spit, spittin calling me a liar,

Got a killer flow from the llama

Now he calling me baby mama

Calling muslims terrorist for something that you begun

It's never late, we celebrate soon as your papers done

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Calling it the grand prix

Or run through a pothole at two in the morning

Don't let your demons keep you from dreamin and find your calling