This is a song about "Stop calling my mam"

Say what you want i'm immature like roger go home

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

And i'm thinking that it might be my stop

Picture that and they ain't fire not a single shot

Prognosis not good, mam, your son is a cabbage

Word~! don't nobody talk no more they all text message

Some of you bitches look stupid as fuck

Untill my heart stop beating up

And yung jay too, bitch stop biting, 'cuz i'm calling you out,

Bein' a woman, a black woman at that, no doubt

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

I got a thousand bitches, i'm not too good with vows

My hands wont stop shaking

Flapjack, ooh he bring

Bang! bang! came from that movie ring

But when i stop my talking,