This is a song about "Five percent"

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

100 percent put the old to rest

And most our fuckin' wealth is in a percent of the population,

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

I know it hurt but life's not perfect

I come back 100 percent, full effect

Savin' up 24 bullets with gun

Yo....you know i'm five seven/

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

Sorry mark i don’t want offend your sisters good friend

The rest is in my stomach, that's including your breast

When all the upper middle class families are ten percent,

Half the global wealth is split on one percent

Digital ten, shit get critical friend

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Y'all think we got diamonds? one percent of our population,