This is a song about "Staff duty"

Talk much shit cause i never had shiti could remember being whupped in class

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

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

Yeah you might laugh or call us staff but i'm not half mean cuz don't lean on nobody

So much for being on duty cops, hah!

To liberate yourselves, africa

Aiyyo, them niggas from the three two, said i can't breeze through

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

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

Funeral staff n' tubas, cadavers packaged like tuna

Shoot up call of duty yea im playin zombies

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Greed written on her face when i bought her first bag

Nas, he runs the whole staff, we count mad for seen bad

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

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