This is a song about "Covert ops"

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

Sometimes covert but always with cohorts

Crack dealers and converts at concerts going black ops.

Fat rhymes every time, bitch, roseanne bars

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

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

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

Im beating this fool like battle field to black ops

I'm trynna beat up every beat until my feet at the top

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

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

A covert op in the night killin guerilla fractions

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

They knee deep in today, ain’t too fond of tomorrow