This is a song about "Call of suty"

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

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Hear these critics talking now, when i see'em open face

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

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

Call me the king of crapping, and take a bow

Like the nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze

Call me maeby fünke, making movies out of daydreams

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes

Mighty god of lightning, some call me zeus