This is a song about "One percent"

One hundred percent condensed, now i don't feel possessed

Great sex, she ain't slept, she can't rest tomorrows that big test

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

And 53 percent of whites are just seen as "gutter trash",

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

Ninety-nine percent of my life i was lied to

Bitches dissappoint you but money won’t ever stress you

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

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

See the one percent know that they're in the upper section,

Be that day to remember trying to chance their perception

I confessed bein' atheist, they said i was possessed

I am not the 99 percent, i am not one of the rest

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

Ninety percent of words spoken are empty.