This is a song about "The calling"

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Don't let your demons keep you from dreamin and find your calling

And i let her spend half the ticket, give or take

Fucking up the game so bad that it's calling rape/

Banker banker, dealership, and the rim shop

And im back and calling shots, calling whos shot

That's why your girl keeps calling

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

So im calling your bluff

I'm breathing for a purpose

So give it baby

Calling it the grand prix