This is a song about "President of us"

To rid of the population further more so they could pass us

I found myself losing focus at a sunday service

Some of us be fronting, some of us is really criminals

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Parents would never approve of us

By a brotha who was hopeless

Two baby mamas, 3 kids, two rovers

Most of us some holy bowlers,

Theres a lucid, lively, nigga jiving in all of us/

Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status

The battery packs and any bitch you ever kiss

Fake doctors giving us symptoms of illnesses

Shudder when i see others embrace instead of us

That’s like a complacent atheist is asking for jesus