This is a song about "Trey woods looks like obama"

Then leave her dead body in the woods

I flash smiles at the mean looks

But rather than singing non praise the dude

Looks like he wasn't in a good mood

It looks like i'm spitting to the limit

And if i'm down with this banging shit

It looks like the ghetto has us beat

When thugs crynow i lay me down to sleep

I’m way harder than the concrete

It looks like the ghetto has us beat

It looks like u were scared to meet me alone

Playin with fire is a danger zone

Looks like i'm burning in hell without ya

Is written in our souls, africa