This is a song about "Percentage"

That wasn't bullets, that was copies of bastard, you bitch

Your boy like: "i'm the one who showed you," he want his percentage

You just another percentage feeling my rampage, i'm slightly a nuisance

When i was little i used to get so hungry i would throw fits

They want me unemployed, until i hit the streets

The vertex cops green for less percentage then planted seeds

Ghetto whip you lisa like your margerie and homer's kid

My rap battle win percentage is at a hundred

Percentage of the homeless, don't decrease over the years

You know when your transmission go out and can't switch gears