This is a song about "Clao of duty"

Beaches of normandy.

Fuck fame, fuck money

Thought this was forever love

Of potential cases

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

This is love, nothing else close

Y'all niggas come last, i'm first though

Return of the king of flow

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential

Money’s on the mental, my efforts monumental

That’s my call of duty

They say nothings ever free

Flexin' hard nigga all the time

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

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

Like whenever i look up, i'm expecting the light