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

Should have never let me free/ filled with hate / evil doings on my plate./

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

God of the underworld

Making a movie, spike work

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

I tell you your a slob, you get the scorn of god,

Thought we’d be together ’till the end

So powerful call me the president

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

Coz the money of is in the hands of the president

We dig the plot and never bury pot

You look up to me like im a god

President says it was imminent, i don't believe in the syndicate of the eye

Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die