This is a song about "You dont call back"

Fuck what them niggas saying i hit whoever at bat

A shelter he can call home when there's no turning back

But if i did it would be bigger than earl's upper lip

You call yourself an emcee, i call you a poet,

They should call the back-up units because they just ruined mine

Cus i'm gonna love you girl until the end of time

But back to me because i need to call police, cypher overseen

Ay, i got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

Call it boomerang, it comes right back on my ass

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

And i'm not bragging, i'mma be in her

Fuck it, maybe i'll call back later

Uh, i'm tryna learn something new

Dont some back till something dope hits you

Like my old prom suit that i wore with the tag

Im leaving this city, dont plan on coming back