This is a song about "Call of durty"

That’s my call of duty

What them tippers don't see

Ain't no nigga touching my style, it got a force field

Call of duty is what keeps you from being deceased

Pluck ya ace, take ya girl, fuck her face

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

Call me the bigness i'm in the business of lyrical wizardry

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

It kind of feels like middle school again when they call

Mama bills piling up, her son don't got no time to ball

Cause i run up in them and i make their cats meow

Call me the king of crapping, and take a bow

Off of the topic, call me the prospect.

Ain't have to see-saw, i'm already scared