This is a song about "Obama and his mama"

Lucky seven probably poppa

But yet bankrupt like barrack obama

You just don't like what i'm doing, the lyrics twitter my image

And mama doesn't make enough, so you're eating the free lunch,

Hit me up in a couple days, we can try again

Straight over and told her mama there's a soccer game,

Uhh, addicts arise, when i arrive

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

So hit me with them cups, ron artest stepen jackson, yea

Mama bought carrots today yay, took some and fray stopping ma bray

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

Or run through a pothole at two in the morning

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

So i happen to phil jacksons along the way with this talking

Mama told me "be the best", so i'll go and the change the game,

The golf wang hooligans, is fucking up the school again