This is a song about "Recursive call"

I get sad when u dont call

Yeah, i'mma let the chips fall

Hands up, throw me up against the wall

Jesus what a fucking close call,

Its all me if you call

Need a girl whos tryin' to ball

Don't call it genetic, but call it angelic

Bitches love me out houston like spinach dip

And i ain't even planning to call

As i'm watching the snow fall

So i guess that's where i hide my things

Split into recursive factions

Life is a bitch so a g can't sweat her

Could call me the procrastinator