This is a song about "Phone calls"

It's blacc friday and i'm glad to be black

When that money calls i holla back

Your girl calls it hockey stick

Saying fuck a nigga quick, quick

Put my number in your phone

So beat me to the bone

That why when he outta town i make sure she is not alone

Everyday calling my mom on her cellular phone.

Born alone, work alone, die alone

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

I miss hearing your voice over the phone

Playing with fire is a danger zone

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

Sticking such things on walls for better calls