This is a song about "Call of dupty"

Dude your bad at call of duty ghost

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

Trying to say goodbye to the glamorous chains and cars

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

Sound wise... or that style they puttin' out now

Call me the king of crapping, and take a bow

You need more assist than the handicapped kids, oh, shit

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

Cause the media is full of dirty tricks

Sick of stressin, wantin to call it quits

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

That’s my call of duty