This is a song about "Callof duty"

But pussy and patron will make you feel alright

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

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

Dude your bad at call of duty ghost

That’s my call of duty

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Like you never get right? sort of like a black sheep

Call of duty is what keeps you from being deceased

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,

Is written in our souls, africa

So much for being on duty cops, hah!

So dope, shit, i sold y’all copies

Shoot up call of duty yea im playin zombies