This is a song about "Against"

And you're poised for fueling tragic, happenings if you dare rap against

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

Sad but its true, but i ain't on ya level yet

But, you realize people who for against

My bitches pure thick

Race against the clocks tick

Mr. automatic bang, bang, bang

Against anyone, i never ran

Throw two hunid against the wall,

Yeah, i'mma let the chips fall

That i'm a top any nigga i go against

Shawty my bait, she say she never scared

Now haters propping disses against me

Bitch, i might make you my baby

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

We are ninety-nine against the one percent