This is a song about "Dead presidents"

These cops trippin' now they want me dead

I respect that you don't know yet

Cum again, invite 'em if you have any fun friends

What you took and called back, how many dead presidents

That cred represents and i kill kings like double motherfuckin' dead presidents,

Since i ain't in many penitentiaries the best revenge is fuck friends

My money quite loquacious, so commas riddle my statements

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

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

Like dead presidents a country leaderless and lawless,

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

Like sally mae on college debt

Back from the motherfucking dead

Smack another person dead

There lived a lil' boy who was misled