This is a song about "The release"

O.f. is the coldest thing, and i'm the fuckin' general

If a fucker shot your family you wouldn't release the metal,

I ain't your regular rapper who just be talking shit

It has nothing to do with the game’s pre-release budget

You weak rats relax these tracks i release on the streets

On award tour, on excursions, i'm a virgin of swap meets

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Consists of the meanest elitists and it's grievous, a release from the trigger

Release the latch and let it flood

Pardon me if i'm sweating you but

I'm the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares i caught, go to sleep

No action to release the pleasant words of acting so discreet

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

Release rhymes until the amplifier's breaking

And i'll come back when the war begins to release sins

Real enough to admit i listen to people's opinions