This is a song about "Against"

We are ninety-nine against the one percent

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

Against my own worthwhile

Run for cover and return fire

Who will connive... against him

Got me rushed to the station

Assassin gassed with the passin' of adversaries she's matched against

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

We arent just against life

Crooked cops got a nigga scared to drive

Leasin' a vehicle quick enough to see people that don't even exist yet

Walking down the dark corridor with chloroform like the avengers going against

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

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

It's me against time, to try to work against this man's dream

I got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team