This is a song about "Call of dutsy"

Sick of stressin, wantin to call it quits

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

Ima let her be by herself in peace

Shoot up call of duty yea im playin zombies

You would think that i had a match for a tooth

Mighty god of lightning, some call me zeus

Under ya nose a rose grew with no sun at all

It kind of feels like middle school again when they call

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

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

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

You let him a sleaze you, but money tend to do that

Call of duty is what keeps you from being deceased

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