This is a song about "Against"

Left hand staggerin' on her muthafuckin' breast

We are ninety-nine against the one percent

Me and you against the world

She wanted to fight at first

Then lost her faith again

But now i'm pinning against them

Me against the world, amusing/

So if it comes down, may the best man win

Shouts out to st. louey, swag champ i got the belt

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

Something you couldn't tame, a cunning gain i proclaim war against

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

Do you realize who your up against

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest

Hungry like the nigga who ain't got the taste of fame yet

That i'm a top any nigga i go against