This is a song about "Call of suty"

Deliver the bomb shit from the east to west

Off of the topic, call me the prospect.

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

Every day's harder, ain't nothin here promised

Came out of no where you can call that stealth.

Bitch, don't mess this up for yourself

We told him no dough then we go and get your bitch

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

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

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

Cause i run up in them and i make their cats meow

Call me the king of crapping, and take a bow

'fore you love you a nigga, try loving your kids

Sick of stressin, wantin to call it quits