This is a song about "The great obama"

This is why her nigga mad

Would the great christ come back

From osama, obama and the vatican pope

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke

But yet bankrupt like barrack obama

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

Going off you know, the great gatsby

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

Yet i managed to escape, call it the great escape, im great gastby, i got a cape,

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

My city, growl with me, hootie hoo'ing through the night sky

Barack obama comin' this way, he eats all the pie

Just got another henry the 8th while it's weighing great,

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight