This is a song about "Call of duty vs grand theft auto5"

I know just what you need nigga that know when to leave

Shoot up call of duty yea im playin zombies

600 benz, house six hundred grand

You stood me up and i understand

Theft of a man's chest it's like gangs test and exams

From the jungle, fam, where niggas bundle grams

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

Grand master of arson but not the only thing in my arsenal,

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

That’s my call of duty

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

It was all part of their grand schemes, to gain damn green,

Gator-toed mauri, three quarters, sky blue

Grand theft auto: vice city too