This is a song about "President of us"

I’m watchin' espnbut when that show end

Movin like the president,

Behind in the dust, left in disgust, like the rest of us

Lookin' out, retarded kids screamin' out fuck slob, jesus

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Give us the spirit of mandela

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

Ducking bill collectors like jehovah’s witness

Shudder when i see others embrace instead of us

My criteria ain't even that serious

Rising through the ranks just like the president

Now i was born by the river in a little tent

Two times for the chicks with the right bag

All of us will eventually crack.