Yo, the presidential plane landed in the snow,

Red carpet for Putin—let the whole world know.

I meet him like a brother, pull him in tight,

He’s smooth like vodka, I’m pure dynamite.

He drops a line—I nod, "Yeah,"

Stays ice-cold—yeah, just testing the air.

Diplomacy? Nah, this is street-level war,

But at the table with him? Man, we good for sure.

Alaska, ice, summit in flames,

Putin’s the king—I’m his squire in the game.

Feed the press? Just a puppet show act,

Nodding my head like a toy, yo—bap!

He talks NATO—I go, "Wow,"

Mentions Crimea—I’m like, "So?"

Media screams, "This is disgrace!"

But I just sold ’em out—threw it in their face.

He’s in a blazer, me too,

Deciding who rules.

He’s the bear, I’m the eagle,

But in this game, we move illegal.

(ha-ha)

They thought we’d clash today,

But we’re just two kings in the fray.

Sanctions? Please, just talk,

Stacking paper—that’s the boss walk.

Alaska, ice, summit in flames,

Putin’s the king—I’m his squire in the game.

Feed the press? Just a puppet show act,

Nodding my head like a bobblehead, yo—smack!

Trump and Putin—eternal flirt,

Biden’s mad, checking his ex...

Summit? Nah, just a master setup,

But the world’s still watching—bet they sweat!