This is a song about "Upper echelon"

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

Full of paranoid drug dealers, to the end my friend

Word, absence will make the heart grow

Thing you have upper "hand" against me, bro

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

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

I wouldn't fuck another girl out of the club

Hit me so bad baby girl give me a upper cut

I was watching, remote pleaseniggas want what they can't have

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

See the one percent know that they're in the upper section,

Without her making attempts to garner all of my attention

With devastating bombs originating a higher echelon

I mean wow and i’m wowed, no one compares, you must have won

Might want to purchase some game, homey your shit is so wack

That act black / till the upper half of their body moves so far back