This is a song about "Covert ops"

Sometimes covert but always with cohorts

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

A covert op in the night killin guerilla fractions

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

Crack dealers and converts at concerts going black ops.

That proud feeling we get knowin' that pussy is ours

Nigga, don't be nervous nigga, say somethin'; trust me guys, he can rap

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

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

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

And ya section know when any day tecs could blow

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

And mine somewhere bout mars

Killed her like i'm special ops/