This is a song about "Call of du"

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

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

Cause i'll kill if i find out you're watching some other movies, bitch

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

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

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

Shit got hectic had to come up with my hoes

They call me grim reaper, i'm the snatcher of souls,

I gotta cadillac rollin up to fon du lac feelin up my girl in back,

Just gettin you a job then i zip that broad tryina get in them walls like ghost dad

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

Or do you understand the stressing, the aggression

Dude your bad at call of duty ghost

Guess i’m different than most