This is a song about "Ninety nine"

Who you know that spits it better than ninety percent of veterans

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

I got her head on my cock, doing the six nine

I’ll forever move any cat they admire mine

Not knowin it's hard to carry on when no one loves you

Ninety-nine percent of my life i was lied to

Ninety-nine percent of my life i was lied to

'n' they don’t make me laugh or even cook like you

To mcs that don't rhyme good

Got that nine yea im faded

I've got ninety-nine problems but a glitch ain't one

If i ever hand you some weed, it's free, you don't owe me none

Harvard's elite and pseud-intellectuals had it for ninety years,

You're on the verge of squealingbitch made catching feelings

We are ninety-nine against the one percent

Left hand staggerin' on her muthafuckin' breast