This is a song about "President obama"

Listen, hold up,the young dude focused

Obama and bill clint,

Obama clearing smoke from blowing hydro

This just ain't no song shit, do this for my city joe

Full of paranoid drug dealers, to the end my friend

Coz the money of is in the hands of the president

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

Obama trying, i'm not lyin', too many people dying

I'm still, just like a kid, lookin for stripes on my belt

Lets come together as one and stand up to the president

I can always depend on my mama

But yet bankrupt like barrack obama

Unanimously named the game's president/

I guess that’s why all of these niggas get bent

A black guy in a suit, i could tell he was obama

We the motherfucking best, word to my mama