This is a song about "Upper echelon"

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

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

Flyer then the rest of them, still got my nike boots

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

I am not, let's consider me a little pecan

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

The rest is in my stomach, that's including your breast

When all the upper middle class families are ten percent,

More clearer than the crystal sky, blue as the beast

Guess who has the upper hand when its time to feast

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

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

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

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

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

So i moved uptown,to a bigger echelon