This is a song about "Wednesday night phone calls"

Tryna see if real lyric spittin can buy me a porsche

Just me, and i ain't tryna to make no prank calls

Better than college, after that, students home

Like that drop out who created my phone

So gon' and be my dealer baby

Immature that's what everyone's calls me,

I'm the prototype with a godly protocol

No phone calls no visits no contact at all

So i went down south but i ended up north

How did they know? i didnt make any calls?

Black fours red drop head doors

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

Where my soldiers at? put your pistols in the air

The mother of these feelings calls herself dispair,

Your girl calls it hockey stick

But they say we ain't big