This is a song about "Donald cook"

It's the way we've adapted, though fuck it i made it happen

Bite the #steely, #damn, like walt becker or donald fagen,

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

It cook up imagination to generations of our nation

It's tea time ill shove a crumpet down your throat, just donald trump it,

Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit

Spread the word and witness, he rose on the first sunday

No matter what i cook i know the fucking recipe,

Michelangelo portrait meet mia angelou notebook

This aint a song its a warnin to brooke, hogan and david cook

She even said she can cook!

10 chains, hustle hard: ace hood

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

Donald sterling had an erection, im in l.a., it's for your own protection,

Got them bomb ass drugs cause i follow all the cook books

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods