This is a song about "Against"

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

Something you couldn't tame, a cunning gain i proclaim war against

I am my inspiration

Who will connive... against him

And you're poised for fueling tragic, happenings if you dare rap against

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

I dont understand why these niggas so vexed

Do you realize who your up against

Race against the clocks tick

Pose, click, pose, click

But, you realize people who for against

Finished mean done, and done mean dead

We are ninety-nine against the one percent

Deliver the bomb shit from the east to west

Now i can draw your face up pretty

Fucking everybody raping against me