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

Like that one whore yeah that one i meet at the store,

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

Ironing board, a bench, a wrench an oru winch, and an attention whore

They say my music knocks, so i hope it open every door

She walks a few blocks, and arrives at robs house

I got a thousand bitches, i'm not too good with vows

Still the pain recites at it's own heights, heard from all levels of the house

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

Giving excuses like shit i thought i was alone or i thought it was my homes

I fucked my whore than stabbed her in the heart, like im an indian from indiana jones,

Her hair all over the bed, that make me love her more

I bled all over the fucking place worse than an abused whore

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

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

Alright i'm at the house.

Yo we get the dank and bounce