This is a song about "The 1"

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,

1:06 // verse 1: girl with the long hair, i wrote you a song prayer

Yessir... momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

West side, zone 1, who want the anna?

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Thug shit, i keep a beamed out fifth

1 for the money, 2 for the bitches

I remember them screaming at 1 in the morning

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

1 to 10 you may be the best, but i'm an eleven.

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one