This is a song about "Call of durty"

I’m callin’ on you ’cause i can’t do it myself

Came out of no where you can call that stealth.

Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for

But you died of cancer. sometimes i call you, hoping you'll answer.

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

But what we did was found our niche and made a stitch

I pray that that's me, but i gotta be honest

Call me stick the man of a million eyes i'ma pimp

Call of duty is what keeps you from being deceased

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

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

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin