This is a song about "Dev ops"

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

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

You gotta look at reality, understand that shit so you don't get caught

Whole lot of cobras with dope like soap bars

Im beating this fool like battle field to black ops

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

Crack dealers and converts at concerts going black ops.

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

I keep a level head, gettin high layin low

Killed her like i'm special ops/

Jt: fuck each others moms