This is a song about "Smoking kush with the president"

Rolling up blunts of the christmas kush

Epic, they used to feed me detours

I flash smiles at the mean looks

On cloud 9 smoking all this kush

Smoking a roach on the sofa with the lights all off,

I'mma need two mics just to get my point across

One man’s pain is another man’s pleasure

I'm the president writing myself a letter

You didn't demolish shit i'm the president with the sentence

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

I light up the mic like it's kush or i'm smokin' bones,

Movin like the president,

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest

Two click-clacks and a burst in the niggas , they be scared and be running with their tears

As i sit and think im thinking fuck the president kill him with no evidence