This is a song about "Waiting for your call"

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

Waiting for it to end

Instead of waiting by your keyboard for me to turn a phrase,

My music is like confetti rain when you win a race

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

Looking for dangerously hot bitches and safe sex

Im just waiting for a volunteer,

What you might’ve thought the vision still clear

But if i still your bitch then them niggas waiting

I'm activated by the moves your making

Well hello nigga....i was waiting for u...

Now jordan iii my shoe, double m g my crew

Waiting for you to finish your little rap shenanigans

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

Just waiting for my time, just waiting for my reign

We was lookin for change 'til barack came