This is a song about "Night calls"

Let me mine you until your vagina is wet enough and fill your mind with pleasant thoughts

Three of my boys i failed to protect , one word springs to mind , man kind , calls

Account overdraft what i got this debit for

I've burned so hot, science calls me pyre/

Immature that's what everyone's calls me,

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

The mother of these feelings calls herself dispair,

No need to trip, you can tell em that i’m cool as hell

Fucked up in the membrane my brain calls it rape

But i do quite well with all the bait

Grab your nighty night, nighty night, night bear

My coach ain't care, so i ain't care

Twista finna get up on the track

When that money calls i holla back

His gift is a curse, forget the earth, he's got the urge

It calls for separation of the federal state and church,