This is a song about "Mitt"

And i ride for any nigga who believe in the shit

I need my hand to be in that big league mitt

Froze my bank account and seized my guarantee

Like mitt, rom-ney, with his fuck-ing dumb, mon-ey.

Cry, die, tie, then sigh from relief from bottling up too much grief ever since

I rap hip hop so what i am to it, is what mitt romney is to politics

That we’ve been confined to, so the corporate won’t make decisions

Mitt romney walkin' inside target, buyin' all the pickets

Ima beat you obama did mitt romney

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

But they know the hype when i make a mitt-sake, shit, typo/

And attacking faster than foes can change the channel, whoa

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

Stimulated, better than mitt romney