This is a song about "Snipeing is call of duty"

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

That’s my call of duty

Is my life,you consider it my call

Hands up, throw me up against the wall

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Someone call the medics, my rhyme is deadly

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

Soon to smoke em by the yard till my lungs can't get through

Ain't no nigga touching my style, it got a force field

Call of duty is what keeps you from being deceased

Feds get involved, i’m slipping off into senegal

But which one of em is not drunk enough for me to call

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

Sick of stressin, wantin to call it quits

This is last call, for that alcohol

Slumdog far apart any sub par