[Verse]
The devil's got to be the POTUS
To misdirect us and expect us not to even notice
How many lies they've told us
Trying to mind control us
Into believing in these uncertain times
The bonus is how the blind are following and being followed by
Folks talking about division when they under-qualified
But yo, four-hundred and fifty times forty-five
Is way closer to the number of times homie lied
It never fails, the telltale signs though, his еyes
When asked to tally up his own crimеs, no reply
Meanwhile, let's let the data decide if lives matter
How many have died after they've had their lives shattered
Because of the side-chatter
While we waiting for proof
Satan's still hating steady fabricating the truth
They continue testing the limit
This country is represented
By a body without as much as one honest bone in it
And yo, impeach the president