This is a song about "Phone calls with lover"

And ignores all my phone calls just to disturb me

Shawty stay up in philly, shawty was hella pretty

Den i put that ho on the welcome mat

With a home girl, best friend, lover, all that

Put my number in your phone

Playing with fire is a danger zone

You can bring your crew motherfucker

When i said i was your fucking lover.

Gotta go, gotta goyeah baby, hahaha, it's check it out time

My audience with ever rhyme. drop the mic and silence calls out the dime,

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for

Or her mother, or her mother's other lover

Dirt lines cover all ya mothers' lover

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

Cafe, momma, let me thrown on the rubber

// [billie jean is not my lover]