This is a song about "Lame president"

* ron isley harmonizes throughout but sings no real lyrics

How about our president killing innocent kids?

Lame hair that i gotta oppose.

X's and o's, you must be the rose

Last time i checked the president was black

Dead faces keep my money in a body bag

You in the basement, i'm on the roof again

That beautiful girls and parties are lame

Waiting on the change promised by the president

The rest is in my stomach, that's including your breast

Gangsters are pussies and thugs are lame

Here i go again, falling in love again

Ain't heard dc since sardines came

Shame, people dreaming of fame, it's lame

Hundred thousand dollars and that’s on champagne

While you were sittin being lame,