This is a song about "Mortal call of dutykombat"

Fat sack of knives in the passenger side, bitch

You call it a punch line, i call it ya line of scrimmage.

Well i'm not a mortal man, so how you feeling buddy?

Niggas fuck with your boy, i can make you some money

Better grab your mortal kombat handbook

Whole lotta money, big tip i would

Off of the topic, call me the prospect.

Shouts out to st. louey, swag champ i got the belt

Put expressions in their music and create the face

They call me the god of night and the king of days

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Mortal kombat cause im dealing out a fatality

Malia family, we the family

You can call me the daddy of miami

Call me the king of crapping, and take a bow

Sound wise... or that style they puttin' out now