This is a song about "Donald cook"

To get that #donald #sterling money, #no #nigga rap

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

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

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

I'm the butcher, the cook and heart taker

Earl sweatshirt, tyler, the creator

While i fill you up with semen from the wolf gang team and

But i spent a bit on friday, in the night i hang with donald

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

No matter what i cook i know the fucking recipe,

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

Who endorse them, should pull the plug and stick a fork in them

And everything on tv just a figment of imagination

It cook up imagination to generations of our nation

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

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