This is a song about "U call your i ll call mine"

Make sure to give them my all

I got some down bitches i can call

// [you can call out your guards]

I got these tats all on my arms

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

Call nine-one-one, cause i left your head for the feds

Relationships aren't glue, they call u magnificent

But let me be 100, see monogamy's redundant

Don't need u bitch 2 call my own

So i ended up all alone

M.o.b.! nigga we ridei hit the charts like a stick-up kid

And call ur bitch never reveal your songs or tell em what u did

They should call the back-up units because they just ruined mine

Whipping white and baking soda, at the same damn time