This is a song about "Dear mr president"

Got some ill gold, diamonds thats still low

Dear lord forgive me forgive me oh

Queer, i'm not into you dear

Do not attempt to interfere

And a mr. rebel rhyme invasion

There's nothin' like where i come from

Do you always run away from all of your problems dear?

All i’m hearing is aids, i ain’t deaf in my ear

Movin like the president,

Carol city or was it the west

I need to be the center piece of my entire culture

Mr. lucifer, you're no fucking lucifer!

Shout out to sha money, signed me in a hurry

Its elementary my dear watson...such treachery

The dudes with the q's be proper

I am president carter