Lyric: “Ronald Reagan came up to me and said, ‘Do you have the answer/To the United States economy and a cure for cancer?’/I said, ‘What are you doing in the White House if you're not selling cocaine?’/Ask your wife, Nancy Reagan, I know she'll spit that game/Like one night, she came to my house, and gave me a blow job/She licked my dick, up and down, like it was corn on the cob.”
Complex says: Obviously, U.S. Presidents frequently consult $hort Dog for economic advice. So it’s a wonder to us that Short didn’t realize that Reagan’s entire steez was not built upon selling the cocaine himself, but letting the hood do it instead. However, we must say, who knew Nancy Reagan was a down ass bitch like that?