This is a song about "Stop calling my mam"

Counting all my chains and to show that i'm calling south

Cause i'm now, livin' this life with foolproof doubts

Party with bitches that throw parties too much

Prognosis not good, mam, your son is a cabbage

I remember calling you my boo/

Nigga there's nothin' left of you

I thought it'd get better but

Untill my heart stop beating up

I'm trynna beat up every beat until my feet at the top

I'm lyrically destroying my opponent and now he's like "please stop!"

Flapjack, ooh he bring

That's why your girl keeps calling

Put my calling card, through the side of your brain.

But i'm a hustler, in my heart, trapped is the game

Ain't no cock, so stop calling me that, you useless peace of chalk

Get a piece of pussy then take my niggas to shop