This is a song about "The great obama"

First off congratulations on the win

That the world's in great depression

My records sell, yes sir

//me and great the king slayer

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

When their in the state of beind down while others are great

Creates this so called obama-care, takin' all the tax payer's money

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Lucky seven probably poppa

But yet bankrupt like barrack obama

Coroners comfort your mama

I'm runnin this obama

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

From great to great the king slayer, with this introduction you'd wish you're never superior