This is a song about "Wednesday night phone calls"

The angels sing and i feel like thats my roll call

No phone calls no visits no contact at all

Tryna see if real lyric spittin can buy me a porsche

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

A lotta hoes in my phone

The king upon the throne

How did they know? i didnt make any calls?

With hi-tek on the score, once more, of course

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

Be shy when we're all alone

So i always use a phone

I got some woods in yellow, to the burbs im ghetto

Every wednesday when my father got home tho

Real street nigga, ain’t no clone

But the minute i took out my phone