This is a song about "She call me on my cellphone"

She needs to call me up.

I said i don’t give a fuck

Call me up late while im on drugs

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

Motherfuckers look at me, she twerkin all on me,

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

Call me soulja boy, i turn my swag on

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

So call me paul revere cause she was cummin' until i finished.

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

Somebody call my girl she needs to relax

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

From now on dont call me lriss call me the examiner

If its not couture, i will not go to her

I'm wrecking lexiee's empty head while texting men on my cellphone

But my vision has inclined to some interscope, and its home