This is a song about "Jim is the president"

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position

Article 2 gave the president all his powers, to defend the constitution.

And as the years pass by, you can show them foolsbut you ain't trying to hear me cause your stuck

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

How they stand there, cuffed up, patient

The stand your ground laws, jim crow, just as racist,

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

Unanimously named the game's president/

Outta town rapper, bitches love to hear my accent

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Go from wanting to be the president, to being a voter

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

The owner bout to prosecute, the niggas tell her that she's cute

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

Can't agree with the president, makes too many unworthy decisions