This is a song about "Phone calls with lover"

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

From ten to nine, you do your business right, let me attend to mine

So i always use a phone

Lets get fucked up to the bone

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

This that black elohim anunnaki rap

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls

And ignores all my phone calls just to disturb me

It's a battlejust for tha big money

And then along came the wrong man for her

// [billie jean is not my lover]

Come and stay with me, oh, where i live? the mall

No phone calls no visits no contact at all

Udc where he met my mother

Nicki is my lover