This is a song about "Cod advance warfare"

Leave ya rancid, we advance and

Knees dug deep into the pavement

Come equipped for warfare, digest the pain,

But i'm a hustler, in my heart, trapped is the game

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats

Don't give a fuck imma psycho known in advance

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience

U play cod n' hold the controller sideways as ur banging the guns

They are probably palying cod

To y'all minds i'm like a uk clock

Well its the microphone blaster skill advance enhancer

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

I'm on the verge of excellence kill em off with no evidence

I advance further through this rap shit and haven't looken back since

Almost got us caught up in gang fuckin warfare,

Only getting high cuz we closer to hell