This is a song about "Obamas a tramma"

Coroners comfort your mama

Yup you got a lot a

Talking of the gods you serve

With a ba and a masters

But when it’s all said and done i’mma be ahead of them

A menace to a microphone, a lethal weapon

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

I'm a liar, i'm a sinner

Catch you up on places i've been

Do you a need a donation

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

A church hymnal planning a pandemonium

Be the ocean, where i unravel

Your a show without a channel

Dc, wale - nice ball cap

You're a pussy not a cat