This is a song about "Missed phone calls"

I promise to keep it honest

No sleep yep, plenty missed

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

I'll show you there's a few good left that exist

Don’t hit my twitter, leave me alone

The numbers unknown, hang up the phone

Which calls for variations

That going through some things

It's time to turn the streets into a war zone

And don't you bring your camera phone

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

And ignores all my phone calls just to disturb me

Oh your friends are sick

Your girl calls it hockey stick