This is a song about "100 percent lies"

Half the global wealth is split on one percent

I’m watchin' espnbut when that show end

And when i start to rise

Wussup with all these lies?

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Ninety percent of words spoken are empty.

You're the reason i can stand tall, me and my girlfriend

When all the upper middle class families are ten percent,

I'm the author for gangsters, tough guys

With murderers, rapists and battered lies

Don't gotta wait long

100 dollar worth of strong

Rare shit, trend setting yea i be the best

100 percent put the old to rest

All fifty seein visions of me shot in the chestcouldn't rest, nah nigga i was stressed

A crony capitalist corporate lobbyist champion of the 1 percent,