This is a song about "Call of dury"

Call of duty is what keeps you from being deceased

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

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

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

That’s my call of duty

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

Shoot up call of duty yea im playin zombies

And you'll probably lose your mind tryna save face

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

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

Came out of no where you can call that stealth.