This is a song about "Crap at call of duty"

He was my brother to, playing call of duty with him at night way past two,

Verse two:yeah niggai got tha word as hellya blew trial and tha judge gave you

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

That’s my call of duty

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

Distractin' half of the crap rap wannabe rappers, mad reactions,

Just look at all the crap i extinguished

I'm ready to hit 'em with this gift

Hard to shovel the cold crap out of the way

Life's based upon what i'mma do today

I'm sick of ya wack crap, talking shit but the fat stacks

I done put them percs down, think i'm 'bout to relapse

You kicked it, surpassed all the crap and expelled it at last

Nigga fuck your role model bitch, i'm my own idol and

Cause nothing of that crap you rap amuses me

Tired of making money, i'm on to making history