This is a song about "Night calls"

Some how made it cos they sprayed it on walls the last calls

Ironic cause your lipstick is red, of course

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

Unless its a booty calls comin from the stalls

When that money calls i holla back

Catch me in the city with the trunk on crack

You sitting at the bar wearing barbaro's hair

Grab your nighty night, nighty night, night bear

But still how you niggas i get jacks on the first

With all that power, he calls everyone a coward

If you wondered what i do at night night night

If you something like paid you can fuck tonight

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks

Which calls for variations

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

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