This is a song about "Black ops 2 lobby"

The look of no hope on my niggas' faces

Number 2 pencil or picasos brush

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

I spill the blood through my pen and shoot it all down the lobby

With an ar-16 and shoot up the whole fucking lobby

And yeah i know i'm from compton, cali

That proud feeling we get knowin' that pussy is ours

Crack dealers and converts at concerts going black ops.

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

Volley in the lobby, the scientist's are worrying about embodying

If i went ops then evil wins this war neither killing more blood sheds a flow at

Nigga, don't be nervous nigga, say somethin'; trust me guys, he can rap

In a trolley, down the lobby as a hobby.

She said, "don't be fucking with nobody

And i thought i was black

I can't turn back