This is a song about "Money callin"

U prolly the one callin police

Ima let her be by herself in peace

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

So many haters, callin' me faker, money maker.

I'll be nothin' but a replica lookin' in the mirror

Her brother look up to me, he callin me mister

Callin' these bitches cuz bitches ain't even women

Or all them hot summers i was cooped up in the kitchen

Pink and purple pussy's so i'm callin all of y'all nerds

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

I think i've got some enemies disguised as friends

I’m callin’ on you ’cause i can’t do it myself