This is a song about "Candidate"

Making g's was my missionmoving enough of this shit to get my mama out the kitchen and

To emancipate to participate born new candidate born president no longer a resident

And my vision isn't set on the money i get

Manic candidate for a different planet

I'm a prime candidate for the gene to receive the drug addict traits

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes