This is a song about "Hopwood jr"

To divide and conquer like math equations

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

Lucky, that obama got relected so people could stop being hun-gry.

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Barack obama comin' this way, he eats all the pie

As i take you through a ghetto nigga's lullaby

Fuckin' squirrel, bet his girl still buy the tape though

Obama clearing smoke from blowing hydro

Bitch i found my path, still in school but im not good with math.

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass

Ima beat you obama did mitt romney

High heel wearer, hell of a body

Okay son be a good boy

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

And i'm already at the top.

I know you just doing your job