This is a song about "President poor kids"

I remember growing up, poor neighborhood.

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

I represent the desperation of the poor

Told my mama in '03 i ain’t going back to school

It's pie in the sky and there's bodies on the cement

Lets come together as one and stand up to the president

But that's what he liked her

I am president carter

Or a uniformed man, i'm tryna uniform 10 million men

The president is messing up his words, it's hard to spit again,

So powerful call me the president

I confessed bein' atheist, they said i was possessed

To me you’re like a brother, so be my mother lover

It's poor whites and poor blacks, still they hate each other,

Better yet a genie baby make ya first wish

President like "i demand that, and i demand this!"