This is a song about "Percentage"

The little engine that could, this little nigga is good

My rap battle win percentage is at a hundred

They frontin', they charles s. dutton movin' garbage

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

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

I'm murdering instrumentals cause i rap with the conscience

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

The vertex cops green for less percentage then planted seeds

Family needs it to get out of the trailer we lived in for ten years

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