This is a song about "Call of dutyy"

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

You can call me the daddy of miami

You can call me a prison, cuz i got lots of bars

That proud feeling we get knowin' that pussy is ours

Came out of no where you can call that stealth.

Cause i can't seem to see myself

In this world of life i call poker,

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

Playing soccer, stupid, stay in a sucker's place

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

Dude your bad at call of duty ghost

Is a space that now you hold

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

Sick of stressin, wantin to call it quits