This is a song about "Call of dity"

Off of the topic, call me the prospect.

So, with that, we need us a plan, respect

Good rhythm, bad women and better lyrics

Sick of stressin, wantin to call it quits

Mighty god of lightning, some call me zeus

'cuz y'all don't understand i will not lose

You can call me a prison, cuz i got lots of bars

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

I'm the armor of hip-hop, they call me protection/

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win