This is a song about "Call of duty zombies"

Featherweight, zombies rose dead awake, they resonate 'em,

Ship, didn't finish college, shit wasn't a problem

Got fixation for that home simpson phrase

They call me the god of night and the king of days

To me they all just zombies, wondering around notin but hobbies

She like me from that no hands but i'mma need her to use no teeth

So much for being on duty cops, hah!

To liberate yourselves, africa

But five years from now i bet she see

You can call me the daddy of miami

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

That’s my call of duty

Off of the topic, call me the prospect.

That's another topic, we should start a project