This is a song about "Being oats president"

Practices so inhumane, if i become president, vote for me,

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Optimism - wishin' make you too content

So powerful call me the president

Screw a chick, go outside and give the coupe a kiss

President like "i demand that, and i demand this!"

Article 2 gave the president all his powers, to defend the constitution.

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position

Oh, it's probably the president, who doesn't act for residents,

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

Investing, infesting, digesting your residents, including the bent, president.

All fifty seein visions of me shot in the chestcouldn't rest, nah nigga i was stressed

The president is messing up his words, it's hard to spit again,

And louder than a microphone that's slightly near a lion's den

Im my own president while a home resident

Trapped in my own communityone day i'm gonna bust