This is a song about "Call of dudy"

It ain't hard, swear to god. these niggas ain't real at all

It kind of feels like middle school again when they call

A few niggas talk but they do without knowledge

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

Call of duty is what keeps you from being deceased

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

I mean of course just the same old

Dude your bad at call of duty ghost

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

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

Put it all on the table, do it like a menu

You're playin call of duty four while i hurl on you