This is a song about "Obama"

Knowing you can no longer party

That means obama aint got my d

Spittin this gritty got you shocked like obama on the debrief/

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Creates this so called obama-care, takin' all the tax payer's money

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Obama trying, i'm not lyin', too many people dying

Obama osama no difference, both a phone tapper

I guess i got to be a fucking hand-me-down rapper

Like piranahs flow so dumb like a llama we all dead cuz of obama but we still don't like osama

When i’m audible the accented audio from my airwaves agitates air awakening and arousing the

The beer flowin' like water, louie bag with the prada

A black guy in a suit, i could tell he was obama

Obama nation, hope all day, since there's life

Let me enter your life, lady we can spill our rice