This is a song about "Long phone calls"

We missed you on the charts last week, damn, that's right you wasn't there

The mother of these feelings calls herself dispair,

I need a ring, like a phone

So beat me to the bone

Lets get fucked up to the bone

Put my number in your phone

And ignores all my phone calls just to disturb me

And missin' for the nightman this shit is just that easy

Immature that's what everyone's calls me,

Of the vhs especially during sex baby

This is why her nigga mad

When that money calls i holla back

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Sticking such things on walls for better calls

Playin with fire is a danger zone

Pussy ass fag stop staring at your phone