This is a song about "Night calls"

The mother of these feelings calls herself dispair,

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

I ignore the calls for blasphamy, pushing on my corrupted qi.

But calls on the world when it needs some help

The blacks kill blacks for a crack of respect

It calls for separation of the federal state and church,

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

Immature that's what everyone's calls me,

Me i'mma still be a player, all day baby

But with these words, i'm as free as an intern

Keep the calls coming in more money earn,

I got some woods in yellow, to the burbs im ghetto

Your phone's cocked, but i've blocked your calls to triple o

No phone calls no visits no contact at all

But when you need a friend you can depend on me, call