This is a song about "Vote for me to be a president"

Not literal, it would take a mythical miracle for me to be spiritual

At least i can use my rhymes as a vessel to connect folks on my mental level

Do you want me to prey for you to be okay?

All my niggas rolling, and we bout that gun play

Left hand staggerin' on her muthafuckin' breast

So powerful call me the president

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

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

We got money to go get baby

It's a sin for anyone to be like me

Yeah come holla at your uncle

For me to be so miserable

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

You dont compare to me, better be prepared for me,

Come to gloat, i'm here to vote/

Used to find dope in his coat