This is a song about "Five percent"

When all the upper middle class families are ten percent,

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

I get mine and i bounce like a bad check

I come back 100 percent, full effect

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

You told me life would never, ever, ever get this perfect

I find dimes like nine - five

O.d. was in the weight room all his life

That shit was wack as fuck

That tre five seven stay tuck

We are ninety-nine against the one percent

Down to ride to the bloody end, just me and my girlfriend

Only out a year, now facing life

Girl back up and give a high five

Kill 'em all, o.f. is what i represent

100 percent put the old to rest