This is a song about "Name calling"

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

Well quit calling me a white rapper then.

You gon' miss a good thing, end up bitter alone

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

Got a killer flow from the llama

Now he calling me baby mama

All i want is you baby

Calling it the grand prix

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

Hit towns with coke, a .45 blue as chrome

Was calling me a retard

A working genius, a work of art

Calling niggas out, who tape themselves burning papers

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

When it comes to spitting that fire

Spit, spit, spittin calling me a liar,