This is a song about "Tour of duty"

Call of duty is what keeps you from being deceased

If you see a bad bitch in the passenger seat

So much for being on duty cops, hah!

Is written in our souls, africa

Hopin' that my niggas see

That’s my call of duty

I'll swarm on your poor ass like the tribe goin' on award tour

You know i spit that sick shit and there’s still no cure

We use cakes to get by, by the dudes in blue

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

I must be goin' out my mindlike i'm up against the worldthis guerilla team of mine

But if i don't succeed or tour i ain't getting no "early retirement"! (jail time)

I'm forever dope, you can check your schedule

And i'll tell you some more, i'd like to give you a tour