This is a song about "Call of tuy"

Dude your bad at call of duty ghost

After every show, a dream she hold

Call of duty is what keeps you from being deceased

You finally got right? no longer a black sheep

That’s my call of duty

What them tippers don't see

To heaven's door -- shed so many tears

Came out of no where you can call that stealth.

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

Shout out to joe and chris, it's a.p on my wrist

Now jordan iii my shoe, double m g my crew

You're playin call of duty four while i hurl on you