This is a song about "Obama and his mama"

And every day my mama drifts jobs like she's sleep-walking,

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

And i would have brought your mama but she's greasier than you are

Huhhuhhuhhuhumy double r proves i’ma big rap star

His mama told him not to go out in the rain eya-eya o

My money for folarin, but you do not get to throw

Maybe it's the way the played it in my hearti knew one day i gotta be a star

What’s up dull ? log out kid and i will tell your mama to buy you a doll

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

Now change the sheets like mama did and hang 'em on the wire,

And take mama wit cha, cause despair don't do nothin but bite

Yeah this the illest bitch alive, i love her freaky side

Obama and bill clint,

They puttin out the same blueprint