This is a song about "Running for vice president"

My wicked ways are like a vicious vice

I'm the author for gangsters, tough guys

With such an ugly picture in it and

President president sounds so irrelevant

Loc’s on, chucks low, black beanie dogpatron top wash straight from the liquor store

Running further for the.. fucking door, its nothing more then a ruggered war

I told her this here's overrated but i love your city baby

Practices so inhumane, if i become president, vote for me,

Shawty can i taste you

Grand theft auto: vice city too

My mom is all i have so it's never meet the parents

Oh, it's probably the president, who doesn't act for residents,

Rising through the ranks just like the president

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

Rare shit, trend setting yea i be the best

That our over protective president