This is a song about "Call of duty and pablo"

'cuz y'all don't understand i will not lose

Mighty god of lightning, some call me zeus

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

Put expressions in their music and create the face

I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottlesi make mistakes but learn from every one

He should of never fucked around with a sick ass nigga like methey call my name out and niggas run

Something like rihanna while i’m up in that vagina

Imma call her and have that bitch lick the tip of my ice cream cone like a

So beat me to the bone

And i'ma call it my home

He was my brother to, playing call of duty with him at night way past two,

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

But more less the vest i'm comin for ya'll neck

Off of the topic, call me the prospect.

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

I diss all the rappers who i asked to collaborate and got a missed call of