This is a song about "Missed phone calls"

When she got home she looked at her phone to see 4 missed calls from

Fuck-nigga-ass hypebeast niggas, now back to the album

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Shit ain’t better alone

Put my number in your phone

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

Break himand let him see tha face of a mental patient

I promise to keep it honest

My attacks have never missed

Lovin how i got you niggas crazy

And ignores all my phone calls just to disturb me

I never fit in with them light skins

Which calls for variations