This is a song about "Good president"

Lets strap the president with an m4 drop him off in iraq and tell wm good luck

Now this counselor is trying to tell me that i'm emo, she don't give a fuck

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

Waiting on the change promised by the president

Skin tone i wish i could take it back

Last time i checked the president was black

Ha, i'm super freaky, no top on the ghini, no flaw in my diamonds

Oh, it's probably the president, who doesn't act for residents,

Carol city or was it the west

Movin like the president,

And stabbing this ice cube look-a-like to show you a nigga with attitude

Don't refute, or dilute, chemistry so trill make the president salute

Shawty my bait, she say she never scared

So powerful call me the president

Gettin higher den da president, you sweeta den doze.

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos