This is a song about "Who do the call"

I got problems but i don't know who to call

Motherfucking 8 balls, til’ we live at the pool hall

Why do i need to be the one who suffers,i can't enjoy my self while i slumber

I am not paying no motherfucking retail for purple label this summer

Who the hell would go and wanna, call themselves "marijuana",

The beer flowin' like water, louie bag with the prada

Everyone who know me call me fucking genius

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was

Sold crack to those who do crack in the strip

I put the nigga in his casket

Do it faster than the best rabbit who ever hopped

Rebellion and defiance makes my muthafuckin' cock hard

Just another dead nigger what the fuck do you expect from some one who

Champaign by your tub, rose pedals as she walk, you know the floor don't need to see you

I've become immune to you no name haters

Call 'em dumb players who are not sprayers