This is a song about "Call of tuy"

Like you never get right? sort of like a black sheep

Call of duty is what keeps you from being deceased

I can taste the salt from my tears

Came out of no where you can call that stealth.

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

You can call me the daddy of miami

So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold

Dude your bad at call of duty ghost

A lion in form, matt leinart when firing the ball

It kind of feels like middle school again when they call