This is a song about "Against"

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

Playboy, i don't own that man

Against anyone, i never ran

Hungry like the nigga who ain't got the taste of fame yet

That i'm a top any nigga i go against

Long as she come to me first

Me and you against the world

We are ninety-nine against the one percent

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

But, you realize people who for against

They two now, and haven’t seen their godfather yet

They label me a discriminanter so they discriminate against

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

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

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