This is a song about "My call of duty"

You can call me the daddy of miami

On they twitter writing novels, see

So any future amends is not my call

A lion in form, matt leinart when firing the ball

When they hear me rocking the groove

Call my shots, like babe ruth/

It kind of feels like middle school again when they call

Hittin your door while your car's spinning, hitting the wall

So the homie wale can leave the hook right

It's my duty to fight for my right's because i'm bright,

Wanna "freak like me," fuck adinaup and down is the object, side to side

My sleight of hand is flying so bright with all spice i'd call it lite

And i'ma call it my home

This nigga jasper trying to get grown

Either take me in heaven and understand i was a sheep

Call of duty is what keeps you from being deceased