This is a song about "Up like trump"

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Im dressed up like fucking santa

Be like me get buffed up

What a mess! but we clean in the club

Six hundred sixty-six, leave it for the tip

Like bacon, up on the skillet

Burning up, like she flammable/

Lady at the frank stand will

Actually disregard that, here let me trump card

And when you fuckin' for the night, you don't need a heart

Money i make em buck

I feel like my time is up

Meet me by the entrance of the tube

Slurp you up like wonton soup

In that pretty red dress, let's fuck

Like a butcher i like to cut it up,