This is a song about "Operation"

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

I "play games" with hearts and it's not operation.

Gotta be a way to sort the operation.

Stab him, put a arch on it, pour unleaded gas on him

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

Its in operation

A cutthroat operation executioner is my occupation

* originally appeared on the "still smokin': chronic 2000" compilation

I threw my pair on the lightpole because of him

The time has come, we gotta expand, the whole operation

Leaving behind the cold past in a fast dash cause of what these fuckers been

Of an operation and try to get allocation to up my reputation.

Gotta be a way to sort the operation.

I don't want plastic nation, dread that like a haitian