This is a song about "Call of duty feeda"

Cause my hoes in the x like they model for cars

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

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

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

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that

Your level of slut's off the graph, call you uncharted/

Verse two:yeah niggai got tha word as hellya blew trial and tha judge gave you

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

I’m sayin’ that i know, revealing them most

Dude your bad at call of duty ghost

Is the chick ain't even have brains, dummy like a bitch

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

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

Used to clean my rolie chain with alcohol in the sink