This is a song about "Night calls"

All our minds, yeah he calls himself stress ya know,

Wanted to jump the gun but ain't know it was loaded though

And ignores all my phone calls just to disturb me

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

Immature that's what everyone's calls me,

You heard i was in jail, well i just came from the mall

No phone calls no visits no contact at all

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

Just me, and i ain't tryna to make no prank calls

While scheming on hits

Which calls for variations

And i done seen some old beefs make a bunch of news

There's a criminal on the loose, calls himself god zeus