This is a song about "Voting lindsey for president"

Investing, infesting, digesting your residents, including the bent, president.

All fifty seein visions of me shot in the chestcouldn't rest, nah nigga i was stressed

So they quit voting me, so i say fuck cyphers and props,

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

Riding with the chopper, like it's my friend

Rising through the ranks just like the president

Practices so inhumane, if i become president, vote for me,

Lately i been stressing so i need you like i’m crazy

And stabbing this ice cube look-a-like to show you a nigga with attitude

Don't refute, or dilute, chemistry so trill make the president salute

Its all gun bustin, its such a lack of the subject

Waiting on the change promised by the president

Movin like the president,

Half your body laying on my chest