This is a song about "Callm of duty"

Of which im not exactly proud of,

But you hate them navel kisses

But in the meantime it's lights please

Top of my pile of bodies

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

Yeah, work, fuck you niggas, pay me though

Return of the king of flow

I'ma get this girl that be stuffin my bricks

Out of this coviction of feelings

If i don't diss another nigga you dont get that issue

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

Call of duty is what keeps you from being deceased

More clearer than the crystal sky, blue as the beast

I love a girl that think a lot, cause sex with me is mental

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential