This is a song about "Callm of duty"

She never ready to go so she forever come

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

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

That’s my call of duty

Jt: no one to hold her tight

Out of mind out of sight

Ummnow i dun been around the world

Of being of always getting wired

Out of this coviction of feelings

So here i am at the store for some chips

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

I'm everything that they call nice

Top of my pile of bodies