This is a song about "Low percent"

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

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

100 percent put the old to rest

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

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

We are ninety-nine against the one percent

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Seventy percent allegedly leaning towards love and jealousy

My project is like what pros inject

I come back 100 percent, full effect

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

When all the upper middle class families are ten percent,

That one percent should be fucking sued

Got on my suede shoes, i'm in a great mood