This is a song about "President of us"

Movin like the president,

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest

Give us the spirit of mandela

And niggas wouldn't call you bitch, i betcha

It seems to remind me of a scene like this

Fake doctors giving us symptoms of illnesses

I done seen embalming fluid ruin a nigga promise

I'm tired of people saying jesus will guide us,

Why are we still conversing when i'm sure you've heard the chorus

As long as we breathe, i don't ever see, either of us

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

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

Growing up to be a president but now im a resident of the garden state

Just do it tonight before it's too late, ignore the whole world but don't hate

I just light up and focus

Parents would never approve of us