This is a song about "Call of dury"

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

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

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

That’s my call of duty

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

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest

Off of the topic, call me the prospect.