This is a song about "Black president"

Lets come together as one and stand up to the president

It's pie in the sky and there's bodies on the cement

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

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

Unanimously named the game's president/

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

Can't agree with the president, makes too many unworthy decisions

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

I’m in the club, tryna show ‘em how to stunt

President president sounds so irrelevant

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

Top dropped down, black on black

In the house, holla back

That our over protective president

I dont need no chains with no cross to know that i’m blessed