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

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

It ain't gon' be no back and forth

Norman's at the pinnacle, and taking him down is difficult

Hopefully my dick don't shrivel up, when it's time to bust

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

Atop mount everest then slit her wrists

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

Which calls for variations

Talk loud around the hood, now im taking your phone

I'm definitely in a class of my own

While i got my hand on the tec, wave

And i'm always taking life at my own pace

Stop blowin up my phone

Please sugar don't come alone

So i always use a phone

Now i'm in the zone