This is a song about "Clive palmer"

You're the john mccain to his robert e. lee/

Better keep that ho on a leash don't make your only

My god isnt dwayne johnson

Ok i hear you talkin

With a pentaforce in hand, in fact my damn index possessed the damage

Walk like i'm drunk, swagga so uhgodyard trunks go around i got a bunch

But all she ever want me to do is unhook her bra

For the first time with robert and ani - yah

He took it to pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence

Magic johnson money but i ain't got no rims

Destined to win, get respect where i live

And i’m still alive, magic johnson arise

I'd still be a nigga with no deal tryna get one

Fucking the game up, working magic with this johnson

He pushing cause his goal's to be higher with the lord

Our relationship was like a bad poem, robert frost