This is a song about "President garfield"

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

How about our president killing innocent kids?

I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest

So powerful call me the president

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed

Coz the money of is in the hands of the president

Article 2 gave the president all his powers, to defend the constitution.

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position

The president is messing up his words, it's hard to spit again,

And all these rappers know just where i'm bout to go so catch me then

Sometimes my confindence feels like the president who was always might.

You headin' to his car for some sexi pass by, can't hold back tears inside

Go from wanting to be the president, to being a voter

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

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

Making passionate love 'til the daylightplus we about to get evicted, can't pay the rent