This is a song about "The one percent"

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine

Let's take a look at the rap game, 90 percent of the mainstream

Set precedents for giving a hundred percent/

Though my credits are slept, my ambition the best

One on one and i'm the remainder!

The ice ain't really nothing to her

We are ninety-nine against the one percent

You told me life would never, ever, ever get this perfect

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Seventy percent allegedly leaning towards love and jealousy

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

Gain experience the oppression of one

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

Great sex, she ain't slept, she can't rest tomorrows that big test

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went

When all the upper middle class families are ten percent,