This is a song about "Staff duty"

So much for being on duty cops, hah!

Cause youse a down ass bitch, and i ain't mad at cha

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

If doing it is wrong, i don’t wanna be right

Holy cross attached to the staff i can spear it.

And my vision isn't set on the money i get

Guns and ammo hidden for when i wanna lash back at the staff

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

For thou art with me, thy rod and thy staff they comfort me he walked along the

Troublesome niggahahaha, troublesome 19-motherfuckin'-96let it be known nigga

Funeral staff n' tubas, cadavers packaged like tuna

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

That’s my call of duty

I reel them in, goadomes on see

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

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