This is a song about "Call of futy"

My talent should take me places i've never been

I'm the armor of hip-hop, they call me protection/

It kind of feels like middle school again when they call

I get brain everyday; i'm a know it all

And any connotation is viewed many ways

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

Now move a little bit to the left

Off of the topic, call me the prospect.

And then along came the wrong man for her

In this world of life i call poker,

Call me the bigness i'm in the business of lyrical wizardry

Roll along and got tipsy then tonight, tommorow you the mystery