This is a song about "Nth term"

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

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

I sip the def ale with all the fly women

Thinking about your belief in the term religion

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

My home girl told me i got an issue

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

I'm on the verge of excellence kill em off with no evidence

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

I'm the mouth of the district, nobody work harder

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

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