This is a song about "Ops"

Crack dealers and converts at concerts going black ops.

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

Yeah, tell me about the love of ours

Killed her like i'm special ops/

Im beating this fool like battle field to black ops

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

Just gettin you a job then i zip that broad tryina get in them walls like ghost dad

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

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

You gotta look at reality, understand that shit so you don't get caught

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

The roc to allido, they all believe me though