This is a song about "Faze call of duty"

It kind of feels like middle school again when they call

Let's sweat out this alcohol, bet i'm about to ball

Dude your bad at call of duty ghost

So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold

Nothing you will say will faze me

20 racks really thats sneaker money

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

You can call me the daddy of miami

Now jordan iii my shoe, double m g my crew

You're playin call of duty four while i hurl on you

Via niggas rep spreading speeches through the city

This may be amazing as tasers don't faze me

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

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

She likes the way it hits her lips

Sick of stressin, wantin to call it quits