This is a song about "Nth term"

And reagan's term collapsed, and it's been downhill ever since,

Talking ridiculous have mommas getting floral opinions

Shorty throw it back and a nigga might love that

I want a long term relationship don't you get it?

Short-term, long-term, nothing was the same, you

And word i blew off herb i grew

It's no wonder that my wordiness doesn't deserve the term worthy... yet

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

You suck like a hoover, i'm here to end your term, sir

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

And it rules everything around them

Thinking about your belief in the term religion