This is a song about "Czech republic"

Why the fuck you think every president is walking around

And when they try to get parental and start talkin' loud

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Cops running, thinking its a bloody missing body

I don’t care where ya are

I am president carter

Mind out of my body

I'm going back to cali

They're the reason for my lyrical mental state,

On tours, we straight making sure lawyer fees paid

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

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

Your body with a spike

Time ain't on her side

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

Never tame to any part of the body/