This is a song about "Majority"

I break the mass majority for riches

She need now, she ain't never needed love

Around a majority of you morsels

That scary love, never get married love

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

My seniority, gives me authority, over the majority of you,

The white working class is the majority, the upper class,

My bitches is perfect, i tell 'em boxing for your ass

Trying to get back to this thing called love

Around a majority of you morsels

Third ward general, young cash money

Majority gotta live modestly

To the majority masses blinded by the presidents,

Remember popping and locking to kurtis blow, the name belts

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

History showing me the majority will hate me without even knowing me