This is a song about "Dead presidents"

They ain’t sleeping until they know every customer fed

You're cancerous, a cadaver motherfucker, already dead

That's boa, see that's my set

Believe me, i'm beyond dead

- ask him where the bread or he dead... presidents

Came from humble beginnings now its nothing but ends

The overthrow of governments and all corrupt presidents,

Cause i'll be honest: i ain't tryna be a victim of the projects

Eyes of dead presidents, i plan the evidence,

Different stage, switching paces like i'm shifting strings

Kick back and know yo son set

Your raps are so brain dead

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

Cause you presidents are dead in the presence of the resident precedent setting dissident

While i ride this maserati, rick and his best friends

To the majority masses blinded by the presidents,