This is a song about "Against"

They label me a discriminanter so they discriminate against

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

Pull up on these 26’s, i’m a vanity slave

Strugglin against the elites of faith

I'm everything that they call nice

We arent just against life

We are ninety-nine against the one percent

So check the verse miss. i ain't say i'm perfect

I remember my friends, i should've never gone against.

Fuck me the monster said, somehow the monster's dead

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

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

Head first in that goddamn river, you're dead

But, you realize people who for against

Race against the clocks tick

And skinny jeans ain't quite the lick