This is a song about "President obama"

Last time i checked the president was black

Thats the end of my speech, i'm a need you to clap

Obama clearing smoke from blowing hydro

You keep playing, you will look like a gyro

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.

My slight fo's just talk dirty

That means obama aint got my d

Now you spell iti say young money bitch forever

I'm the president writing myself a letter

I try to tell them i'm one of the

But yet bankrupt like barrack obama

I thought i recognized her

I am president carter