This is a song about "Zero"

Bout to plan a 211, murder your partner he'll meet you in heaven

Born two eleven father gone two a zero and an eleven

Fuckin' squirrel, bet his girl still buy the tape though

Got zero look at me i am the hero.

Got me engraved in this sofa, zero production is what i make.

Kill you, shoot the funeral up and harlem shake at your wake

My pride is gone, i'm that guy like aaron hall

Whack rhymes, weak beats, no fans, zero likes, most of all,

Or school and the zero shits i'm giving,

You know that love is a very serious thing

Here i go again, searching for love

Cause i got zero consumer surplus

In your ears as i kiss ya, on every curveslow down baby don't rush, i like it slow

Zero,because i have no mothafuckin fearo of them pretzel dick hero

How are you gonna diss me, you literally have zero props

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops