This is a song about "The calling of abra"

In search of my direction, my genre is certain

Blood to the brain, saltsraumen, it's calling for a surgeon

That's why your girl keeps calling

Flapjack, ooh he bring

Half your body laying on my chest

You can start calling me the best

Heyyyy! got some static for some niggas on the other side of town

Calling out any mc who's daringly threatening my destiny of the crown/

And im back and calling shots, calling whos shot

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

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

She's calling me an embarrassment

About disaster in the world and

With their own versions and different shitthe same night i prayed to god

Ain't no cock, so stop calling me that, you useless peace of chalk