This is a song about "Prank calls"

If your mind is on sex you must got esp then

He calls it art when he arranges them

Fur for fur, baby; baby, you'll go stir crazy

And ignores all my phone calls just to disturb me

Flyer than the rest of ‘em, i hold the beat to reinforce

Some how made it cos they sprayed it on walls the last calls

Streets bad, tyga ill, drake magic

Your girl calls it hockey stick

But calls on the world when it needs some help

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

Of being fooled in a prank, which blew me in fragments

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

And the bitches you fight em, heres some liquor or lighter

I've burned so hot, science calls me pyre/

Music is my first, but i contemplate divorce

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