This is a song about "Taking phone calls at mount fuji"

Weight on my chest like i body build

Of fucking mount everest

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

And ignores all my phone calls just to disturb me

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money

And of course, my car's off course

Sticking such things on walls for better calls

Little latasha sho' grown

So i always use a phone

A lotta hoes in my phone

Playin with fire is a danger zone