This is a song about "Call of duty smack talk"

Now jordan iii my shoe, double m g my crew

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

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

I'm tired of them talking smack on my track.

Back onto the track, these punks always would talk smack

Nigga ain't nothing sweet like a kool aid pack

Goddamn, the boy's back

Here my dick go smack smack

Dude your bad at call of duty ghost

Is a space that now you hold