This is a song about "Becoming president"

Movin like the president,

Hold my tears i tried my best

Lets come together as one and stand up to the president

Full of paranoid drug dealers, to the end my friend

Get off a key like i can’t sing

Who you were becoming

Although this is becoming an obsession,

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Waiting on the change promised by the president

Its all gun bustin, its such a lack of the subject

That id image becoming richer than bill gates

Now war missiles hand guns and grenades

They worship the ground i walk on, though i'm harder than cement

Coz the money of is in the hands of the president