This is a song about "Club president"

Bitch-made since 6th grade, he need his rope cut

Dont see how you can hate from my side of the club

Under pressure i don't sweat like my pores shut

Hitmen taking out people at the club

Course not, i'm big like horse nut

She was the queen of the club

Then push the milk on a slow bend

Movin like the president,

So powerful call me the president

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

I'm the president writing myself a letter

Who's sneaking in the club?

I love you though i'll still fuck

My parents went away on a week's vacation and

President president sounds so irrelevant