This is a song about "Call of futy"

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

Cause my hoes in the x like they model for cars

Or all them hot summers i was cooped up in the kitchen

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

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

You can call me the daddy of miami

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

They frontin', they charles s. dutton movin' garbage

You call it a punch line, i call it ya line of scrimmage.

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

I know they pay me too much of attention