This is a song about "President bush"

And sins we got

Her bush looked like a mop/

Made it out naija with nothing in the bank

With a bush light can and a dad in my hand/

Coz the money of is in the hands of the president

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went

Unanimously named the game's president/

Full of paranoid drug dealers, to the end my friend

George bush denied it, now look at the problem you've created

I was worthless, i'd never make it, go ahead! spill that hatred

Sorry mark i don’t want offend your sisters good friend

That our over protective president

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest

Movin like the president,

All fifty seein visions of me shot in the chestcouldn't rest, nah nigga i was stressed

Investing, infesting, digesting your residents, including the bent, president.