This is a song about "Stop calling my mam"

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

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

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

She like, girl you wrong running away from home

My hands wont stop shaking

That photograph is fading

Lets celebrate, levitate, with the loud

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

I don't need no fucking throne

Stop blowin up my phone

It's time to turn the streets into a war zone

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

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

I'm optimistic like playing keeno with all that you got