This is a song about "Stop protesting against tecoma maccas"

We are ninety-nine against the one percent

I just want to kick it, kick it for the rest

Got a pocket full of cream, my moccasin's clean

It's me against time, to try to work against this man's dream

Walking down the dark corridor with chloroform like the avengers going against

Leasin' a vehicle quick enough to see people that don't even exist yet

For every niggers who died protesting through the streets

Both: we both love our moms, women with grown women needs

The good kid from the ugly city

Now haters propping disses against me

Race against the clocks tick

State flow hard dick

Hot man, god damn, killa cam be live

We arent just against life

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

With gin and tonic, the grim logic, we're racist against,