This is a song about "Call of duty nerd"

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

And fleeing the sceneon rufus, my evil walrus, bitch

Half your body laying on my chest

Off of the topic, call me the prospect.

I spend hours a day becoming a hip hop nerd,

It's all for the thought of havin' more than required

That’s my call of duty

They say nothings ever free

I was the nerd of the town and i feel more anger

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

Dude your bad at call of duty ghost

They forgot about the fourth coast

Broke nerd society gives big frowns

Baby moms on greyhound for 8 hours

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

Aiyyo, them niggas from the three two, said i can't breeze through