This is a song about "I m the president"

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

Sticking to the streets like convertible oil leaks

While syd is telling me that she's been getting intimate with men

The president is messing up his words, it's hard to spit again,

This flow so slow, i`m so slick,

I dropped another classic

No need for consent, i am the president many questions went into an argument,

Making g's was my missionmoving enough of this shit to get my mama out the kitchen and

How high? nigga, higher than the kites they fly

After all the weed....now i m feeling very high...

I do things right that the president wont, i make my prescence known,

I feel something change in the weather, and i’m home, home, home

Coz the money of is in the hands of the president

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went

I just want to kick it, kick it for the rest

Waiting on the change promised by the president