This is a song about "Call of futy"

But you died of cancer. sometimes i call you, hoping you'll answer.

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

In this world of life i call poker,

I thought i recognized her

Its all gun bustin, its such a lack of the subject

Call me stick the man of a million eyes i'ma pimp

That’s my call of duty

I reel them in, goadomes on see

You can call me the daddy of miami

Once as a slave who imagined being free

And thinkin 'bout it, i'm goin and gettin another one

I'm the king of blades bitch just call me kerrigan

Sick of stressin, wantin to call it quits

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

Call me maeby fünke, making movies out of daydreams

Too much percussion and bass when i take beats