This is a song about "Your moms calling back"

Calling any challenger i'll kill your spirt soul

Life is like a phone booth, these pigeons is the fuckin' toll

Tatted my moms on my back for ambition

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Don't let your demons keep you from dreamin and find your calling

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

No lies, your moms vagina is enticing,

Sick of tha sirens, body bags, and tha gun firing

So im calling your bluff

The game of love

And i'm still hurtin over pops

Still living home with ya moms/

Not too many options when you coming from the projects

Napalm at your chest- sonnin' cats, to date the moms with the chests

Eyes super clear, you looking in the mirror

Meanwhile, your moms just lookin for the #highest #bidder