This is a song about "The one percent"

100 percent put the old to rest

I can only love you when you’re undressed

I'm still, just like a kid, lookin for stripes on my belt

Continue the trend, time well spent making this bitch a percent,

Seventy percent allegedly leaning towards love and jealousy

She say that she celibate, i penetrate her mentally

A crony capitalist corporate lobbyist champion of the 1 percent,

All fifty seein visions of me shot in the chestcouldn't rest, nah nigga i was stressed

Hop on twitter, perpetrate we doing big shit

Except that you wrote 90 percent of it.

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

Hopped on the pulpit and told them how i was truly blessed

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

One hundred percent condensed, now i don't feel possessed

When all the upper middle class families are ten percent,

They say i walk around like i got a s on my chest