This is a song about "Donald trump at an african whore house"

I see the devil grinning, as if he winning

Im back at there house now there panicking

Hundred k in twenty-two hours

Alright i'm at the house.

Look at me now, shit. i'm about to clean house with

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

My family's from the south, stayed at papa's house

Cause i'm now, livin' this life with foolproof doubts

Cop a house in the suburbs just to throw some parties at

A good head on her shoulders, i need to feel that

It sting like an african bee , hurts like bullet ants

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

Who was at my house taking care of dying granny

Look past average people like donald trump

Self-awarding, negligence of the less important