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

I'm tired of knowing my heart, is coal black.

Make sure it's mean so them fiends keep on coming back

Im beating this fool like battle field to black ops

That proud feeling we get knowin' that pussy is ours

Killed her like i'm special ops/

Sb nike's, with the grey box

And this will be the song that we sing

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

I've been waiting for somebody to pick up my stroll

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

Because there ain't no coming back from that

2 g's? gotta snatch the loose leaf out of habit

People call me black but i think it is whack

Dead faces keep my money in a body bag