This is a song about "Who do the call"

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

It's time for a bloody foot you little rabbit

Sold crack to those who do crack in the strip

Won’t pop another pill, can’t drink another sip

How do you have the nerve to call me weak, yet

Lifes not all fair, work till we fall dead

I can't ever change without you

I mean a lame who cant do what i do,

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

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

Let's roll a j and pretend we in love

Everyone who know me call me fucking genius

Better things to do/ then live in the sinister shadow of man who hurt you

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true