I wrote this shit in my condo, man. I remember getting the beat and I was like, “This beat is special.” Me and my man Mel-Man was in the condo, and we was like listening to the beat over and over. I was walking around the house mumbling the hook. I was like, “Yo, I gotta get up and go to the studio!” Normally I go to the studio late, but I was like, “Yo, I need to get in there early! Because I need to fuck with this all day. Because I feel it.”

A lot of the stuff I was saying, that’s how I was seeing it. Because I’m thinking about the hood president. If you listen the lyrics, it’s like from a hood perspective. But it’s like hope.

It would only apply to people that understand what Soulja Slim meant to New Orleans. What B.G. meant to New Orleans. What it’s like to ride down Martin Luther feeling like a king. Because you already where Martin Luther King street at in any city. The hood. There are just certain things that make you feel like that. I was just like putting it all together because there’s this hope we need. And there’s this guy who could possibly be our president, and he’s black like us. Not to say that that’s the reason we’re voting for him, but it’s like damn, he made it this far. We gotta celebrate this. He’s this close to winning.

By the way, when I wrote the song, he didn’t win until four months later. So, it was like you kind of spoke it into existence.