This is a song about "0 to 100 real quick"

Push you into an old lady bagging plastic

Just let me type this psycho shit real quick

The 40 if i cop bottles, we can't believe you

That nigga will cross you real quick and start acting brand new

Masked up, this ain't trick or treat, one wrong move they finna squeeze

It's gettin chilly, i'm set to 0 degrees, sign your fees,

I don't spit nothing but 100% real shit.

Now this shit is turning to a habit

Same thing with this music

No bitch teach me to critique quick

0:18 // chorus x2: i wanted you to know, that i am ready to go

My other capo in this big-ass.. conglomerate called death row

Kill 'em all, o.f. is what i represent

100 percent put the old to rest

And there's little to be glad for

100 to the top yeah you know the realest soar,