This is a song about "Cod black ops 2 trickshotting"

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.

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

You cant even handle 2 bars

Number 2 pencil or picasos brush

The look of no hope on my niggas' faces

When love comes callin', don’t look back

And i thought i was black

Whole lot of cobras with dope like soap bars

Crack dealers and converts at concerts going black ops.

Y’all only in it for the cars

Killed her like i'm special ops/

'cause weavin' facades is as easy as lobs of feed to the cod

My nomo could be found in stores but the jersey only nomo got

Who happens to be black

Can't win with a passive attack