This is a song about "Sad poor kids president money hungry"

And we don't fucking make horrorcore, you fucking idiots

Instead of putting money towards the schools for todays band of kids

In life she the wife who was right in that deep end

Waiting on the change promised by the president

Full of myself, but still hungry

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

Yo, i'll bet she be back

My president is black

Movin like the president,

Hold my tears i tried my best

Unanimously named the game's president/

I have sins so my pants never had lent

Runs from cheeks when they cry, money hungry thieves lovely monthly fees

Masked up, this ain't trick or treat, one wrong move they finna squeeze

Sorry mark i don’t want offend your sisters good friend

That our over protective president