This is a song about "Call on duty"

Miss couldn't get them jimmy choos cause tuition is due

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

Either take me in heaven and understand i was a sheep

Call of duty is what keeps you from being deceased

Just call to get something to munch on

And i'mma show you how the south was won

Call me on your eighteenth

All that ass in your jeans

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

He was my brother to, playing call of duty with him at night way past two,

Pirelli on my tires, call me 6 bands

You got me in a trance, please take off your pants

I bet i get the fall rosay had this summer

From now on dont call me lriss call me the examiner