This is a song about "Fuck the ops"

Fuck the streets, fuck you, and fuck your ethnicity

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

They getting deals with thier weak buzz

Where the fuck the chorus

Fuck all the blacks and fuck all the motherfuckin whites

For being jealous of a brother when he rides

Or you'll drive me crazy

What the fuck happened to me?

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

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

Fuck, fuck-fuck, can't take the stress

Clicquot for the girls in the tight dress

Killed her like i'm special ops/

A hell of motherfucking road blocks