This is a song about "Against"

Now haters propping disses against me

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

You smell the ounce, i ain't even in ya house yet

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

By the phone, no call

When my backs against the wall

Against discrimination,

She all on my skin

Against my own worthwhile

Run for cover and return fire

Hold your applause until the ceremony end

We are ninety-nine against the one percent

Fucking everybody raping against me

We the 93 chicago bulls baby

Lies, tangled with fiction

Who will connive... against him