This is a song about "Against"

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

I'm still, just like a kid, lookin for stripes on my belt

And getting money is the song i sing

Me against the world, amusing/

But i'mma build it ground up, let's again

But now i'm pinning against them

Now haters propping disses against me

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

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

Go where you ain't been

Against discrimination,

Strugglin against the elites of faith

I ain't looking in her eyes but her face

We arent just against life

Sky high, iced out paradise