This is a song about "Blak ops"

You going to the club though, you soaking in sorrow

Maskin up to bag this up- getting that black ops dough

Crack dealers and converts at concerts going black ops.

I'm an eskimo, nigga, i got cold bars

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

You're trying to raise 2 bad kids on your ownand there's no way i can pay you back

And mine somewhere bout mars

Killed her like i'm special ops/

Im beating this fool like battle field to black ops

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

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

You need a team, a team of psychiatrists working around the clock