This is a song about "Call of"

Came out of no where you can call that stealth.

Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs

Ain't have to see-saw, i'm already scared

Off of the topic, call me the prospect.

You can call me the daddy of miami

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

That wasn't bullets, that was copies of bastard, you bitch

You call it a punch line, i call it ya line of scrimmage.

Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit

Your level of slut's off the graph, call you uncharted/

Call me the king of crapping, and take a bow

Optimistic this isnt bad its different now

I'm the king of blades bitch just call me kerrigan

But i don't trust anybody, yeah no one