This is a song about "Call of tuy"

Came out of no where you can call that stealth.

I never back up like cleo lemon on myself

Of felons, killers and monsters, so revealing and honest

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

Dude your bad at call of duty ghost

Is a space that now you hold

Dreamy little bastard, i done ran outta luck now

Call me the king of crapping, and take a bow

Let me rideuntil i get free

That’s my call of duty

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

Ya'll don't move em' you dudes is at that slow pace

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

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win