This is a song about "Against"

We are ninety-nine against the one percent

I ain't trynna be politically correct

When you next to medo you wanna test me ?put your tired head on my chest

Assassin gassed with the passin' of adversaries she's matched against

For shootin' done to you or we're losin' money

Fucking everybody raping against me

Me and you against the world

She wanted to fight at first

And tell ‘em that i don’t give a damn

Against anyone, i never ran

But now i'm pinning against them

Marshmallows inside my pen

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

Them niggas all peaked, but you ain't seen a niggas limit yet

Throw two hunid against the wall,

Bitch, i was born to ball