This is a song about "Call of dutsy"

You're like the sun and winter, my pot of gold

Dude your bad at call of duty ghost

Yo, i'm fucking goldilocks up in the forest

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

Nobody rep for the skins, they busy cheering them stars

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

Bong, vaporizer, in the sack now

Call me the king of crapping, and take a bow

Get the scoop on the cologne, belt, and shoe section

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

I love what you're doin'. i'm just hopin' you continue

You're playin call of duty four while i hurl on you

When you rapping how you rapping, bitches pack up and leave

Shoot up call of duty yea im playin zombies