This is a song about "Call of black ops 2"

Life is like a phone booth, these pigeons is the fuckin' toll

So much black on it look like i'm mining coal, call fire control,

Entity of eternal freedom were black people strode

Bitch you're barely breathin' leavin' on the back of the boat

It's obvious i'm crazy

The black clone of slim shady

Know i just call it head phone

Don't need u bitch 2 call my own

Its been 2 years and i got a lot of practise

That's flyer than a wrestler, you don't want to mess with

Hold up now don’t get it twisted if you slang do your thang

69 a black girl that's what i call a ying yang

Brown on a canvas of black, i'm stenciling/

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

Hollow tip dum-dums eat flesh like piranhas though

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