This is a song about "Call of duty 4"

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

In this world of life i call poker,

Off of the topic, call me the prospect.

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks

Sick of stressin, wantin to call it quits

When a 4 by 4 comes crashing into your skull and furthermore

Smack 'em out the park, delete their number, that's my last call

Loud p.o.t. above y’all, patron at 4 am, fuck the last call

It is not hard, swear to god. these niggas ain't real at all

21 years of age, being strapped with a m-4

To speak from the soul and just leave it with them

Call of duty is what keeps you from being deceased

You finally got right? no longer a black sheep

And red alert was puttin in work, with chuck chillhad my homies on the hill getting ill, when shit was real

If you could only help me out of this jungle bear, i will give you 4 bannanas of the monkies here,