This is a song about "Nsa spying spy phone call tracking internet privacy"

Sitting around and waiting for the phone call, will it be or won’t it be

Particularly, these bitches that's inner ugly and outer pretty

If a period is late then i will mark it with a question

Fuck "created equal", hate the people, need "spy detection",

Nervous in a cold sweat, no phone call yet

The lights may flicker, your face feels red

Life's based upon what i'mma do today

Phone in her back pocket made her booty call to say

Cracking throat,scrambling papers,to capture the fame,tracking my veins,

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

The nsa been wiretapping everyone since god knows when

Ignore cus she mad again, then i hit her back again

While the skies overcast eyes spy tornados

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

She leave before the sun up, leave you something to think about

I remember the phone call to my house my mom kicking me out,