This is a song about "Percent"

It's pie in the sky and there's bodies on the cement

Whilst many struggle to pay their rents, boris is 100 percent bent,

We are ninety-nine against the one percent

So check the verse miss. i ain't say i'm perfect

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

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

All fifty seein visions of me shot in the chestcouldn't rest, nah nigga i was stressed

A crony capitalist corporate lobbyist champion of the 1 percent,

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody

Seventy percent allegedly leaning towards love and jealousy

Why you saving that, with her misbehaving ass

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

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

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

100 percent put the old to rest

Smoking khaled, my weed the best