This is a song about "Call of duty black ops two"

We getting money, you can face the facts

We're two different types of romance,

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

Killed her like i'm special ops/

You ain’t content with tryin' to do your thang

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

But i was plotting on you, i really wish that i'd have got to know you

He was my brother to, playing call of duty with him at night way past two,

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

Dude your bad at call of duty ghost

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

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

That'll do anything that i please

Of her black mercedes