This is a song about "Upper echelon"

True to the gamei claim outlaw riderswe give a fuck what they try

Blista in tha upper body, bring em' up so quick i

I think everyone remembers the treatment by the upper-class,

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats

And all women who had light features, see

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

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

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

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

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

So while you niggas copy cat the cats who made classics

Do i bring discomfert to you're upper middle class starbucks dicks

Scare 'em to death, and caught them motherfuckers dampoh shit, 2pacalypse is back and strapped

We in canada got 170,000 men though... uhh oh. i think we got the upper hand.

Then you wouldn't be doin' all of those upper class moves,

Plus how he gon’ tell me, he don't make the rules