This is a song about "Dead president"

All you niggas dead , dead fake

See my hands start to shake

Im my own president while a home resident

And you wonder why niggas keep the gun tucked

Deliver the bomb shit from the east to west

So powerful call me the president

Coz the money of is in the hands of the president

I'm at the atm, spending like i ain't paying rent

The rest is in my stomach, that's including your breast

Lets come together as one and stand up to the president

Investing, infesting, digesting your residents, including the bent, president.

Making passionate love 'til the daylightplus we about to get evicted, can't pay the rent

Unanimously named the game's president/

That's why i never claimed i was the best

Last time i checked the president was black

To get them niggas while they laid back