This is a song about "Call of dutsy"

Call of duty is what keeps you from being deceased

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

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

Gift and a curse, the center of attention

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

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

You the party baby i'm just the guest list

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

You call it a punch line, i call it ya line of scrimmage.

Make something out of nothing. nigga, i macgyver that bitch

In this world of life i call poker,

Huh, i can't interpret her