This is a song about "Callm of duty"

Beaches of normandy.

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

Like your bitchin' wife and sister might get tonight

It's my duty to fight for my right's because i'm bright,

Top of my pile of bodies

I'm hot breeze, snot sneeze

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done

Got the eye of tiger, spit of cobra, form of a dragon

Of which im not exactly proud of,

The look of no hope on my niggas' faces

I.e. i get sick, white tee, i be kicks

Out of this coviction of feelings