Howe - Callin It [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Howe - Verse]
I step up in a fresh pair of J's
Like I'm getting paid
But I'm not, what I make
Is barely minimum wage
Subliminal cage, Im stuck
Waiting just to escape
Hoping they forgot to lock
The gate, and I plot a lot
It's what I jot up on a page
Never got a lot but wait
That's all about to change
I got the ball, now it's all
About the game, I step up
And hit a pair of J's
Like I'm getting paid
What you written Nate?
I ain't heard you spitting late
You fall off or give up?
Life's a struggle, man we all
Know the shits rough
Hard to remain focused
When it seems like things hopeless
But Howe, you can do it
You the dang dopest
Hoping the person holding the strings
Knows it, Puppet's bout to cut
The strings open, chasing whatever
The Kings holding, Singing 'til
His rings golden, I got no choice
In the matter, There's no voice
Without chatter, people always talk
And the word equal's always off
And evil always walks, Among good
People and we can hardly talk
More typing and less face to face
And let's abbreviate, less typing
Making a mess right in, the palm
Of your hand, Calmly demands
Your attention, you're all
In a trance, planned all in advance
I'm calling it, Damn
Yeah, I'm calling it, you know
This trap that we're falling in
My boy had paraphanel in an ottoman
But the FBI missed it, you know
When they was all up in his shit
Trying to take all of it
They're like, "Look at this TV
And look at this ballin' whip
There's no way that cooking has
Somehow paid for all of this"
"So where's the crack, meth
And heroin?" He's like
"What the fuck do you even
Think that I'm carrying!?"
You must be out of your mind
If you think I'm selling anything
Other then kind, take all my guns
Just leave that one behind
Thats the only one that matters
To me, but they didn't care
Even if he had a receipt
They were grabbing the heat
I'm thinking they were madder
That he, didn't have any drugs
That really mattered you see?
Just a little bit of weed
Well, maybe a little bit more
Then a little bit, we
Used to smoke down, safe to say
We smoked pounds, and if I wouldn't
Then I probably would of broke down
I was dealing with a lot, feelings
Making me feel like it's better
If I'm shot, better if I'm not
Here. Letters that I jot here
Just replaying my memories
Just relaying my tendencies
Hope you feeling my energy
If you're not, well I'm sorry
That I couldn't be of service
This whole fucking song
Must of seemed pretty worthless huh?