This is a song about "Running forvice president"

To getting rich off a dream, i throw it the bag

Last time i checked the president was black

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

Gettin higher den da president, you sweeta den doze.

Half your body laying on my chest

Movin like the president,

And all the girls we knew that screamed fuck you going let me then

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

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position

Article 2 gave the president all his powers, to defend the constitution.

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

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

Investing, infesting, digesting your residents, including the bent, president.

All fifty seein visions of me shot in the chestcouldn't rest, nah nigga i was stressed

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

Can't agree with the president, makes too many unworthy decisions