This is a song about "Lame president"

Thoughts, cause you're an outsider tryna get in brain

That beautiful girls and parties are lame

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

Waiting on the change promised by the president

Coz the money of is in the hands of the president

I'm still, just like a kid, lookin for stripes on my belt

I'm babe ruth in this game, beige coupe in the lane

Never over, an ending, that's just lame.

Investing, infesting, digesting your residents, including the bent, president.

Making passionate love 'til the daylightplus we about to get evicted, can't pay the rent

Shame, people dreaming of fame, it's lame

Can't control the box, you are no mills lane

I was so sincere like nas first name

Your songs are so fuckin lame

How about our president killing innocent kids?

Heavenly father, martin, malcolm mixed with them lyrics