This is a song about "Against"

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

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

Got a pocket full of cream, my moccasin's clean

It's me against time, to try to work against this man's dream

That i'm a top any nigga i go against

I dont understand why these niggas so vexed

Against my own worthwhile

That ain't really my style

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

Me against the rest of the worlds it's

This is like love, that you can never get

Do you realize who your up against

But now i'm pinning against them

Uh, yeah, hot damn, here we go again

Strugglin against the elites of faith

Pluck ya ace, take ya girl, fuck her face