This is a song about "Missed phone calls"

I'm tellen you one day these suckers gotta fall

No phone calls no visits no contact at all

Smoke one stack straight to my dome

Put my number in your phone

No sleep yep, plenty missed

And you could find interest

But our flow is the truest

My attacks have never missed

Sticking such things on walls for better calls

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls

They napped and slept on me, man, i hate black

When that money calls i holla back

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

She ain't tryna go low, go head home