This is a song about "George and his underwear"

Yalls shit is so simple, even george isnt curious

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

8 in the morning when that street clock bust

George washington, and the rest in the basement

You know i stick to the script

It's his highness and the finest

We missed you on the charts last week, damn, that's right you wasn't there

In the corner of my eye, pairs of polka dot underwear

Daddy gotta go after that and get his

I’m so 100 with every nigga i run with

Yes bitch, that's a presidential

And ur never on his level

George jackson packin' a magnum

Make them more insecure when they caught one