This is a song about "Blacks ops 2"

Crack dealers and converts at concerts going black ops.

Whole lot of cobras with dope like soap bars

Bitch i got that fucking swag, you don't know my fucking dad

But time and crime again i see blacks hurt blacks no need to turn back

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

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

And blacks are lazy thugs on crazy drugs and welfare,

I gotta make it even if heaven or hell

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

Not only am i here to talk the treatment of blacks,

And all the mistreated blacks will reunite.

That's why she's goin' home with me tonight

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.