This is a song about "Call of suty"

Off of the topic, call me the prospect.

One parent above, the other live scared

Fat sack of knives in the passenger side, bitch

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

Sick of stressin, wantin to call it quits

It's moe, all i need is more chips

Some excedrinto get rid of conception

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