This is a song about "Missed calls"

But knowin you through music is going to change the world

With all that power, he calls everyone a coward

And all women who had light features, see

Missed the mark so nearly, clearly and sincerely

Two times for the chicks with the right bag

When that money calls i holla back

Music is my first, but i contemplate divorce

Sticking such things on walls for better calls

Y'all riddles don't tickle a bit

Just fuckin pissed that i missed it

Breaking ribs, shitting top hits just in case you missed

Her mom died, heroin overdose stuffed in her wrist

Huh, a metaphor of course

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

I've burned so hot, science calls me pyre/

Don't wonder my hours long and i never tire