This is a song about "Night calls"

I can't hold back, it's time to attack jack

When that money calls i holla back

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

Sticking such things on walls for better calls

It's been a half a year, i say we take it there

Grab your nighty night, nighty night, night bear

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

Here i go again, falling in love again

He calls it art when he arranges them

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

Shout outs to my philly hoes, told her drop that eagle low

I mean me is there, but it's like three there

The mother of these feelings calls herself dispair,