This is a song about "Cod bo2"

So now you can mourn for your fam while im back home playing cod ghosts all day,

She said i'm her hideaway i get her off like a holiday

'cause weavin' facades is as easy as lobs of feed to the cod

With their own versions and different shitthe same night i prayed to god

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

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

They are probably palying cod

Pork on the fork, white in the pot