This is a song about "Donald cook"

So y'all can know my voice like donald duck

I got class and can't take this bitch to math, what

And you ain't gettin' it, 'til you start payin' jewels

Your mind's boggled but i'm as deep as donald goines novels

I wear green hats because i'm fortunately lucky

No matter what i cook i know the fucking recipe,

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

It cook up imagination to generations of our nation

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

While i’m somewhere in the back, getting blowed like a blunt

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

I'm the butcher, the cook and heart taker

Brandun deshay, hodgy beats, ace the creator

Now cook me a meal, gordon

I am not the only one