This is a song about "Call of dity"

They call me the god of night and the king of days

If he don't show up, think i can take his place

Call me maeby fünke, making movies out of daydreams

Ironic we on air, but they never let us breathe

That’s my call of duty

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

This is known as a classic, yeah that chapped lips crack shit

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

Women'll sell they soul just to buy some attention

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

But you died of cancer. sometimes i call you, hoping you'll answer.

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

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

The game's a chick; i'm kobe, i'mma rape the bitch