This is a song about "Call of duty advanced"

Cause my spit is so advanced

I'm about to snap

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

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

So, with that, we need us a plan, respect

Off of the topic, call me the prospect.

You call it a punch line, i call it ya line of scrimmage.

Fat sack of knives in the passenger side, bitch

Call of duty is what keeps you from being deceased

If you see a bad bitch in the passenger seat

Dude your bad at call of duty ghost

Fearin what it show you, reality is gold

Shoot up call of duty yea im playin zombies

Right back on my feet, i swear i'd never leave

His ass, get this straight: it's a fact, he too advanced

Thats the end of my speech, i'm a need you to clap