This is a song about "Call of dutty"

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

Yo, i'm fucking goldilocks up in the forest

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

Roll along and got tipsy then tonight, tommorow you the mystery

Y'all the truth, got a connection with you all

It kind of feels like middle school again when they call

Sick of stressin, wantin to call it quits

Went out and had a church of kids

But you died of cancer. sometimes i call you, hoping you'll answer.

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

Dude your bad at call of duty ghost

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

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