This is a song about "Ops"

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

They knee deep in today, ain’t too fond of tomorrow

Killed her like i'm special ops/

Watching for hollow-tip shots

Im beating this fool like battle field to black ops

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

Crack dealers and converts at concerts going black ops.

Nobody rep for the skins, they busy cheering them stars

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

You need a team, a team of psychiatrists working around the clock

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