This is a song about "Call of dudy"

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve

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

Call me maeby fünke, making movies out of daydreams

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

Yeah, that there is a fight in itself

Came out of no where you can call that stealth.

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that

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

Call of duty is what keeps you from being deceased

Like you never did right? sort of like a black sheep

Ice and rain, letter, center of attention

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