This is a song about "People bad at call of duty"

People wanna commonly call me a rappin prophecy/

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

People call him the rap incredible hulk

Cause 2012 might not be a fucking legend

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

And your crime rate is too high because people have bad habits,

Ima bad bitch on his hip man he call me his model

Jt: i'mma be the syrup, she can be my waffle

But is it really cocky if you know that it's true

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

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

I love my onesand now i put blood on yousnatch money from you

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

For the people at least in the streets thoughts of peace,