This is a song about "Black ops two"

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

Im beating this fool like battle field to black ops

I really love my miami crew

Im number one your number two

Rapping as i'm mocking deaf rock stars

Killed her like i'm special ops/

Uh, for worse or for better

Puttin two and two together

Looking through her soul looking really black

Dead faces keep my money in a body bag

You gotta look at reality, understand that shit so you don't get caught

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

There's crack, there's crack

And i thought i was black

I'm with ______ with two blunts in two hands

We getting money, you can face the facts