This is a song about "Call of duty ghosts"

And still a nigga made it here

Ghosts in the hook so damn real

That’s my call of duty

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Off of the topic, call me the prospect.

I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest

I just reflect on how i ain't met you, yet boo

You're playin call of duty four while i hurl on you

Mighty god of lightning, some call me zeus

All them bitches converse with me off that react juice

You can call me the daddy of miami

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

Dude your bad at call of duty ghost

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

But i was plotting on you, i really wish that i'd have got to know you