This is a song about "Percent"

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

100 percent on everything and on my team

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,

I'm gettin blitzed and i reminsce on all the times we shared

When all the upper middle class families are ten percent,

Ninety percent of words spoken are empty.

And all women who had light features, see

The wealthy are top two, upper middle class is eight percent,

Sorry mark i don’t want offend your sisters good friend

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

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

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

With the dickerson mask would be getting in the ass

Ninety-nine percent of my life i was lied to

Ya family will be missin you, theres a kiss for you