This is a song about "Call of suty"

Call me maeby fünke, making movies out of daydreams

Masked up, this ain't trick or treat, one wrong move they finna squeeze

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

Your ho be on my penis, she check my french, bitch

Call of duty is what keeps you from being deceased

You finally got right? no longer a black sheep

Dude your bad at call of duty ghost

And i drop top off in a hot cold

When the relay starts i’m a runaway slave

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

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

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