This is a song about "Call of dooty"

Women'll sell they soul just to buy some attention

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

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

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

I did a little stint, shout out to the south east

Call of duty is what keeps you from being deceased

I just wanna get some head, maybe ass ‘fore i leave

Call me maeby fünke, making movies out of daydreams

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

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

Came out of no where you can call that stealth.

Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs