This is a song about "The one percent"

We are ninety-nine against the one percent

Sorry mark i don’t want offend your sisters good friend

I am not the 99 percent, i am not one of the rest

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed

Y'all think we got diamonds? one percent of our population,

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

Really could be the best one.

Well baby bot there ain't no question

I'm not the only one

And i listen to common

Full of paranoid drug dealers, to the end my friend

When all the upper middle class families are ten percent,

Set precedents for giving a hundred percent/

I'm at the atm, spending like i ain't paying rent

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

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