This is a song about "Black president"

Im my own president while a home resident

You be chickens like smokey tripping off angel dust

Coz the money of is in the hands of the president

Hold your applause until the ceremony end

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

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

Rising through the ranks just like the president

Left hand staggerin' on her muthafuckin' breast

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

And when you know you a catch it’s hard to pass up these bitches

Waiting on the change promised by the president

I guess that’s why all of these niggas get bent

Particularly, these bitches that's inner ugly and outer pretty

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

Top dropped down, black on black

In the house, holla back