This is a song about "Juicy swag ryme tight everything 100 percent true nigga"

It gives us peace then all in the town is quiet

Except that you wrote 90 percent of it.

Cause mr.clean'll bust that ass and leave that juicy open.

She got cold feet, my love will be the sun, get it done

Set precedents for giving a hundred percent/

Full of paranoid drug dealers, to the end my friend

// everything in this song is unbelievable but true i had to let out

I gotta get away, but there's no where to hide from my storm cloud.

True nigga in the building getting paper under the ceiling,

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Making passionate love 'til the daylightplus we about to get evicted, can't pay the rent

A crony capitalist corporate lobbyist champion of the 1 percent,

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

100 percent put the old to rest