This is a song about "Having dinner with donal trump"

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

While i chill with the crew. wake up in the morning having learned a life lesson

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

My bitch is great, had a dinner date with william gates

With a gun, wish i could see him clearer

I wonder, if there is any dinner

Her brain's having complications coming up with her hobbies.

We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace

A military mind mean money

Having a kid is fine with me

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

Phoma is having dinner, while the killer's awaiting by the river

Not having my jodi with me has got me in pain so much.

No coach bag if i go with that, snake skin tote that cobra clutch