This is a song about "Wednesday night phone calls"

The mother of these feelings calls herself dispair,

Ain't no skipper but all my bitches is ginger hair

And don't you bring your camera phone

The kings get killed very least overthrown

They're tryin to say that i don't care

Grab your nighty night, nighty night, night bear

We just want you back at home

But the minute i took out my phone

Your girl calls it hockey stick

Streets bad, tyga ill, drake magic

She likes the way it hits her lips

Which calls for variations

And firm his beliefs... his heart made of stone

Like that drop out who created my phone

Put my number in your phone

So beat me to the bone