This is a song about "Black ops"

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

Im beating this fool like battle field to black ops

Snapple fact: you rather wack

The bummer is the fact that i'm black

They smoke black and wear black hats, with red shirts,

And i swear, my lord, i been down to earth

When that money calls i holla back

The villian’s back and venom black

Twista finna get up on the track

Never be found. stuff you in a black

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

Just gettin you a job then i zip that broad tryina get in them walls like ghost dad

Came home shit is real niggas still in the trap

Last time i checked the president was black