Woke up in the feds feeling optimistic
Thought the new administration was a golden ticket
Sent a prayer to the tower, sent a wire to the top
But the MAGA motorcade made a sudden pit stop
He's checking his list, he's checking it twice
And Sean, you ain't getting that political ice.
No pardon, no peace, no keys to the gate
You're stuck with the tray and the prison-cell plate
He said "You're fired" from the freedom line
No pardon, no party, you're doing the time
From the Hamptons to the clink
Life changes in a blink
You were the king of the remix flow
Now the big guy says: "The answer is no."
He’s granting clemency to uncles and the political vets
But Diddy’s in the dungeon with the heaviest regrets
No baby oil miracles coming from the Hill
Just a cold iron bunk and a bitter-tasting pill.
Bad Boy for life?
Nah.
Bad Boy for the duration.
Case closed.
Next!
