This is a song about "Missed calls"

He calls it art when he arranges them

Who feel 9 to 5, seeing me again

The mother of these feelings calls herself dispair,

Those flashing lights come from everywhere

Yeah i'm gon' leave with her

Damn, i missed the cypher

Then called her dickface, she call the connect

But calls on the world when it needs some help

Immature that's what everyone's calls me,

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

She hangs up, and calls a friend

Then push the milk on a slow bend

Every day's harder, ain't nothin here promised

At his funeral i pleaded how much he will be missed,

My desire to never fall leads me to hitting walls

Just me, and i ain't tryna to make no prank calls