This is a song about "Call of duty feeds"

Off of the topic, call me the prospect.

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

Which seems to feeds us the needed for beefin'

I threw my pair on the lightpole because of him

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

Even my critics are saying a nigga name right

Jazz talkin, i bet i pick and roll with your bitch

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

So much for being on duty cops, hah!

Ok i’m wale but you can call me nada

Hoping that the material possesions can materialise to a better you

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

Has a needle injected that feeds him intravenous fluid,

Trust me these niggas rushed me for something my cousin probably did