This is a song about "Call of dury"

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

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

I guess i got to be a fucking hand-me-down rapper

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

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

Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

Mighty god of lightning, some call me zeus

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

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks