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

I don't know why i'm even on this track

Better than the last stack of bull crap

Sublime player of hearts to tha beat

My chances were shallow somehow i'm so deep

Call of duty is what keeps you from being deceased

Like you never get right? sort of like a black sheep

He probably doesn't know that rap was a piece of crap

And hold on, we go longyou feel that, we get that

Dude your bad at call of duty ghost

Nudies and some j six, where i’m from it’s cold

You been aching for that cuz what they playing on the station is wack

Check it my ''one'' word was deadly than your whole crap you call rap

Catch me in the city with the trunk on crack

32 lines of bitching is what you give me. crap,