This is a song about "Call of dutt"

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

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

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

Dude your bad at call of duty ghost

Like you never did right? sort of like a black sheep

Call of duty is what keeps you from being deceased

Came out of no where you can call that stealth.

Play you, for what? you gonna play yourself

Know what they mean, everything ain't what it seems

Call me maeby fünke, making movies out of daydreams

Mama bills piling up, her son don't got no time to ball

It kind of feels like middle school again when they call

I'm the king of blades bitch just call me kerrigan

Fuck, condom pocket, luckily, i brought one