This is a song about "Black ops to"

Is try and fail, clientele the only way to earn

Black and white it's all the same i'm here to reaffirm

Dressed in black,selling to kids cheap crack

Snapple fact: you rather wack

I'm trynna beat up every beat until my feet at the top

The one eyed cyclops, from the hip hop black ops, ready or not i cant stop.

So use that black eye to remember that,

But they ain't for rat tat tat-tat tat

And they wonder why these california earthquakes hit so hard

Has come to satisfy my urge under my black heart

Im beating this fool like battle field to black ops

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

Black bile definitely no reason to smile

I never smiled as a juvenile

You been aching for that cuz what they playing on the station is wack

They say i'm all out and whack, they say to be allowed i need to be black