This is a song about "Call of dutt"

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

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

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

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

You told me life would never, ever, ever get this perfect

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

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

Look, i got no time for that type of connection

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

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

You're fired and tired, you can't stay up like a limp dick

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