This is a song about "Class presidents"

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

I'd never trust our presidents, they don't act for their residents,

To the majority masses blinded by the presidents,

While i ride this maserati, rick and his best friends

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup

Chillin with presidents name barack

What you took and called back, how many dead presidents

Ayo baby, tell your friends... to get with my friends

Rolling while im blowing this stash

Instead of being in class

First out the gate last back to class,

Goddamn your ex-man is a dumb ass

The overthrow of governments and all corrupt presidents,

They heard i'm bout to blow, so all my enemies say let's be friends

I can get straight to the cash

Along with the whole class