This is a song about "My call of duty"

But i was plotting on you, i really wish that i'd have got to know you

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

He should of never fucked around with a sick ass nigga like methey call my name out and niggas run

I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottlesi make mistakes but learn from every one

I'm tellen you one day these suckers gotta fall

So any future amends is not my call

Proves that ignorance is bliss

I call all my bitches

More clearer than the crystal sky, blue as the beast

Call of duty is what keeps you from being deceased

Come and stay with me, oh, where i live? the mall

Is my life,you consider it my call

Imma call her and have that bitch lick the tip of my ice cream cone like a

But that's a lie, so give this thug a tryi'd rather be ya nigga