This is a song about "Call of duty aw"

I.e. i get sick, white tee, i be kicks

Sick of stressin, wantin to call it quits

Aw fuck all this cuz of a poor sculpted gun chamber

I'd rather you tell me to hit you later

It's my duty to fight for my right's because i'm bright,

Like whenever i look up, i'm expecting the light

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

You can call me the daddy of miami

They say nothings ever free

That’s my call of duty

Off of the topic, call me the prospect.

Damn, i ain't trying to disrespect

I can always go home and look down my street

Wake up in a zombie apocalypse, aw, how sweet/