This is a song about "Im the president of a god"

But god damn im sure the luckiest

You know i stick to the script

8 in the morning when that street clock bust

Im my own president while a home resident

I hope we see the light before it's ruined, my ghetto gospel

Cause i have the soul of a god and the body of a mortal

Waiting on the change promised by the president

Outta town rapper, bitches love to hear my accent

And we gotta win, she wanna be my friend

Unanimously named the game's president/

God of the underworld

I been all around the world

Just do it tonight before it's too late, ignore the whole world but don't hate

Growing up to be a president but now im a resident of the garden state

I'm the president writing myself a letter

But even if it rain, we get rained on together