This is a song about "Ops"

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

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

Killed her like i'm special ops/

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

Im beating this fool like battle field to black 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

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars

Crack dealers and converts at concerts going black ops.

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