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

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

Him away/ is the day my life will be erased / call it dooms day if i choose to

I know mario's on the hook, but i was playing duck hunt

Re-locate to a spaceship, orange the name of my agent

Able to call a truce

Niggas die over shoes

But when i knock this shit off, i'mma go and buy some laker shit

He would never be the center of attention, never even tasted

Little training, thrown out into a pointless war

And wonder why i ain't ever caught that feeling before

From an african american stance

Better call an ambulance to stand a chance

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Used to be neglected, now im the one who call shots

Two middle fingers for the police if a nigga get killed no rat no cheese

And life'll be a menace trying to finish the call out from denice,