This is a song about "Operate"

Dr. dre, don't just stand there, operate!

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

Cooperate, and we can operate, and save an attack

So i threw it in a rap so i'd remember that

If she don't fake, i work that pussy out, like it was outta shape

They think i'm great whenever i grab the mic i'm a surgeon i operate

Uhh, can it be fatethat makes a sick muthafucka break

Once a date, then comes a plate and i can't operate,

Just operate, i'll send a lyrical slash across ya face,

Love the game know this is coming from a different place

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

The reflections of my mental state, questioning how i can even operate

I was never a surgeon, but still i operate

We blow jars of the dank, like bob marley was wake

I can create a new way for your brain to think and operate

That'd be the day his label treat him like a signal fade