This is a song about "Call of"

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

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

My pride is gone, i'm that guy like aaron hall

It kind of feels like middle school again when they call

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

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Call me maeby fünke, making movies out of daydreams

Pay homage to a god, bitch fall on your knees

Shoot up call of duty yea im playin zombies

I’m a beast when my shit hits the streets these niggas cease