This is a song about "20 percent cooler"

Full of paranoid drug dealers, to the end my friend

When all the upper middle class families are ten percent,

They worship the ground i walk on, though i'm harder than cement

One hundred percent condensed, now i don't feel possessed

I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest

I come back 100 percent, full effect

Ninety percent of words spoken are empty.

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

We are ninety-nine against the one percent

My levis, they 501, my snapback is hella bent

Ninety-nine percent of my life i was lied to

Cause i can always see the farthest stars when i'm on you

Hopped on the pulpit and told them how i was truly blessed

Continue the trend, time well spent making this bitch a percent,

Now i was born by the river in a little tent

The wealthy are top two, upper middle class is eight percent,