This is a song about "Who do the call"

Sold crack to those who do crack in the strip

That white whip sit like a slight wrist slit

Used to be neglected, now im the one who call shots

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

I'm in my other car

Who do you think you are

Who the fuck do you think you are? (maybe echoed)

That i'd, never ever ever go broke

It's wolf gang barking keep you up like car alarms and shit

Who ever thought the young boy would turn around and do it?

Who cant see they can do it both, they made the most

And be the last nigga left, then i'll be ghost

On the phone. 10 years he got, chasin' that cash

Who wouldn't miss me? do the math, gas from ass, dash through glass,