This is a song about "Training to be a call center agent"

I never had a place to call home

Real street nigga, ain’t no clone

Little training, thrown out into a pointless war

I got something you've been waiting for

Niggas is kemba walker tryna see me pitfall

Just gotta be late, but nah, you'd at least give a call

Able to call a truce

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

Running gayly down center stage, i flip out caged in a rage like a ballistic bomber

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush

Felt adventurous, sent you petulant menaces to the center of executive terrorists

It's late and you stuck in my basement

Directed towards the agent

Better call an ambulance to stand a chance

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz