This is a song about "Playing call of duty"

Playing in the corn, wake up call

Bitch, i was born to ball

Mama bills piling up, her son don't got no time to ball

It kind of feels like middle school again when they call

Call me stick the man of a million eyes i'ma pimp

Break himand let him see tha face of a mental patient

Call of duty is what keeps you from being deceased

More clearer than the crystal sky, blue as the beast

Sick of stressin, wantin to call it quits

She likes the way it hits her lips

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

Bring ya soulto tha true, let em know we come through