This is a song about "Time to face facts mr president"

39. i'm the key to the facts,

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

God mc oh my god you gotta see

Maybe mr. mathers will try to kill me

I'mma sip moscato and you gon' lose them pants

We getting money, you can face the facts

Making g's was my missionmoving enough of this shit to get my mama out the kitchen and

To emancipate to participate born new candidate born president no longer a resident

Then this kid walked up to me, was spewing facts of hell,

And all these bitches that i hung with ain’t doing too well

Trapped in my own communityone day i'm gonna bust

President president sounds so irrelevant

Face the facts, 'cuz honesty is somethin' that our nation lacks,

It’s a party in my pants and you invited with all that dance

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

Cause i hella copped em so i could be way flyer than all them