This is a song about "Coll of duty"

The look of no hope on my niggas' faces

Of which im not exactly proud of,

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Return of the king of flow

Whip purple and yellow, hello

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

That’s my call of duty

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

See, my bitch got that attitude to fuck a nigga right

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

You reflect in this heart of mine

So i guess that's where i hide my things

King of the va, off of those toxins.

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

A little more of me through generation of a debate of hatred