This is a song about "Call of duth"

Dude your bad at call of duty ghost

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

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

I'll show you there's a few good left that exist

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

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

Off of the topic, call me the prospect.

I get mine and i bounce like a bad check

Call of duty is what keeps you from being deceased

More clearer than the crystal sky, blue as the beast