This is a song about "Making a phone call"

When i'm making words, call 'em spare lines.

And i'm on you rapper's ass like brake lights

No one’s making a fuss

Wood chain with a jesus

Love to keep bakin new pies, strapin the scrapes off the side

Psych! already tried before, that phone call equals a fueled strike/

Look, she love me from them poems, and them songs, in my zone

She screamed but i bashed her head in with a cordless phone.

My friend took a pic with his small phone

This nigga jasper trying to get grown

I know when you're coming babymy tongue got you going crazy

Sitting around and waiting for the phone call, will it be or won’t it be

Blew money like six crips

Making a difference,

So i always use a phone

Girlfriends, groupies, then i'm all alone