This is a song about "Against"

I guess that’s why all of these niggas get bent

Do you realize who your up against

Against anyone, i never ran

And they respect that, say that i'm real man

We are ninety-nine against the one percent

I'm at the atm, spending like i ain't paying rent

With gin and tonic, the grim logic, we're racist against,

While everybody got ammunition on deck

Me and you against the world

She wanted to fight at first

Shouts out to st. louey, swag champ i got the belt

That i'm a top any nigga i go against

Race against the clocks tick

Oh your friends are sick

Who will connive... against him

Class is in session