You ready?! Let's go! Yeah, for those of you that wanna know what trumps all about It's like this y'all (c'mon) 10% money, 20% eat, 15% dressing all nice'n neat, 5% presure, 50% fall and a 100% reason to build a wall He doesn't need his name up in walls He just wants to have the money whether it's cash or card He feels so unlike everybody else, rich In spite of the fact that some people still think that they know him But eat'em, he knows the code, it's not about the celary It's about reality and building a wall Making a wall, making sure his popularity stays up That means when it fall down, he goes watsup Who the hell is he anyway, he always talks poo Never concerned with status but still leavin' them star struck Humbled through opportunities given despite the fact That many misjudge him because he makes a livin' from building walls Put it together himself, now the wall connects always asking for someone's help, or to get some respect He's only focused on what he wants; his want is beyond reach And now it all unfolds, the skill of a rich airhead This is twenty percent ill, eighty percent drunk