This is a song about "Donald glover"

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

Stuntin' for the fuck of it, i ain't with the sucka' shit

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

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

Quit your whining, bring it up with donald x.

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

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

But since mark put a nigga on that lily track

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

Mc'ing ain't dead, but the scenery is different

Look past average people like donald trump

So i chill like danny glover/

Jt: didn't get a gift for her

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

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