This is a song about "Who do the call"

Then time rode, shawty trappin', plus she get it showed

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

And i swear, my lord, i been down to earth

Call 'em dumb players who are not sprayers

And no matter what they do, there will never be another you

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

Do it faster than the best rabbit who ever hopped

Let em play with her box, she give the greatest top

Don't second guess it girl there ain't nothing to think about

Be careful who you're messing with when you call the bluff out

And put together a million march for some gangsta shit

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

Heres to the kids who didnt let the teacher call them clueless

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

Fearin what it show you, reality is gold

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