This is a song about "Wednesday night phone calls"

Immature that's what everyone's calls me,

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

When she got home she looked at her phone to see 4 missed calls from

I’m popping now, every other hour, paparazzi come

I need a ring, like a phone

So is dr. j and moses malone

Grab your nighty night, nighty night, night bear

Nowhere, let's let that sucker stay out there

When that money calls i holla back

Know what i do: manufacturing crack

Like that drop out who created my phone

You left your nigga on his own

A lotta hoes in my phone

I'll whip a 750 if it's black on chrome