This is a song about "Being a president"

Half your body laying on my chest

A childhood being suppressed,

To being a being and beating the back roads and being #it

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

I know mario's on the hook, but i was playing duck hunt

President president sounds so irrelevant

College to prison, understand it, knowledge and wisdom

It's like being in a breadbox, but only being a crumb

Fuck a quarter, i wish you well being

And this will be the song that we sing

A childhood being depressed,

Then push the milk on a slow bend

Too afraid of being a loser

The ice ain't really nothing to her

The latter being a constant misconception,

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin