This is a song about "Call of dury"

I know i'm runnin' through your head now

Call me the king of crapping, and take a bow

Dude your bad at call of duty ghost

Women front, they get its cold

Cause i can't seem to feel myself

Came out of no where you can call that stealth.

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

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

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

You can call me the daddy of miami

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

Pluck ya ace, take ya girl, fuck her face

I decided my pride is just why i resist

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

Call me maeby fünke, making movies out of daydreams

On award tour, on excursions, i'm a virgin of swap meets