This is a song about "President obama"

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed

Coz the money of is in the hands of the president

My all gold rolly or the

I'm runnin this obama

Grab a nigga and take me to heaven

Im higher than obama flyin air force one

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke

From osama, obama and the vatican pope

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

Rising through the ranks just like the president

How about our president killing innocent kids?

And anybody who plays sports, you know you got politics

But yet bankrupt like barrack obama

Lucky seven probably poppa

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

Turn to the side, let me see them thighs