This is a song about "I m a beast at call of duty"

Hoola at me swea to god u can see u a pussy nigga i could swea u a beast n while u talkin bout beef

Where you been and who you wit, i get no room to breatheit makes me wanna leave, i'm sick of these tricks up your sleeve

At 16 years old,i`m bettter than these haters

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

I´m a legend, a bigger dick in a vanilla wrapper bitch.

I'm tamin the beast that you call a flow

My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow

Hey at least i am a beast i'm feasting on your defeat, do i need to repeat i am

Raw fusion, organized konfusionwickeder than most men: spice 1 and pooh man

And i be good til the fat woman sing a note

Call me a monster wait until i go beast mode

I bet that mirror gon show you

Scram i;m done with you piece of shit boo

And copy what's hot until that goes cold

Dude your bad at call of duty ghost