This is a song about "Callm of duty"

Dude your bad at call of duty ghost

And my regime includes east coast

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

Body 2 body baby, we gotta do this right

Then put it into sex drive

Of the book of your life

That’s my call of duty

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

Pad on the heel that's a passion of mine

Of being of always getting wired

No rubber sole, hardwood bastard

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes