This is a song about "Prank calls"

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

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

I'm rolling a cigar, bob marley would endorse

How did they know? i didnt make any calls?

Had i not been exposed to these things

Which calls for variations

With the blaze a your bluntsand you can picture thoughts slowly

And ignores all my phone calls just to disturb me

The mother of these feelings calls herself dispair,

Please, just peep the crystal method where

Must be life. no greater feeling in the world

With all that power, he calls everyone a coward

When that money calls i holla back

Catch me in the city with the trunk on crack

Yo this nigga's forehead looks like a fuckin' big-ass moose

There's a criminal on the loose, calls himself god zeus