This is a song about "Call of duty vs battlefield hardline"

Off of the topic, call me the prospect.

Though my credits are slept, my ambition the best

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

Might be leaving with me before the night is through

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

Have a mindset of a king, turn everything into a battlefield

Dude your bad at call of duty ghost

And my regime includes east coast

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

That’s my call of duty

On a battlefield of blood and distaste,

Cause i’m going out with a fist raised

Grenade showers spit across the battlefield

We have so much in common, starting at the feet

Call of duty is what keeps you from being deceased

Either take me in heaven and understand i was a sheep