This is a song about "Upper echelon"

Down to ride to the bloody end, just me and my girlfriend

When all the upper middle class families are ten percent,

When all i see are safe places, upper middle class families,

Still hear that laughin' under breath while the orlando police

Testing bombs on lebanon, i'm guessing wrong, the echelon,

Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

Class whereby the upper, with their butlers and mongers

So i moved uptown,to a bigger echelon

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

Dodge a #punch, upper#cut like #jay #z

And my kick game beyond crazy

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

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

With devastating bombs originating a higher echelon

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon