This is a song about "20 percent cooler"

So before i go, you should harvest food

That one percent should be fucking sued

Left hand staggerin' on her muthafuckin' breast

We are ninety-nine against the one percent

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

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

You gave me a taste, now i know there's no getting off you

Ninety-nine percent of my life i was lied to

Set precedents for giving a hundred percent/

So the next time you feel like your world's about to end

I dont need no chains with no cross to know that i’m blessed

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

I don't get assists, i'm a stand-alone tumor

I inhale jenkem everyday there is no one cooler.

I plug my usb cable right in, hundred percent in a century

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see