Was Trump Ankh?

Yo tell them fuckers that we back and back up
Been on my back for so long the only way is up
Some speaking on thrones and others scared to claim a seat
All scared to compete if they do it equals defeat fatality
Me a young Caeser and Arthur reading the art of war
Providing the score for the battle, my pen is a sword
Create and destroy, work or employ
Seen so many blood suckers eat, I started getting jealous
Then I remembered I was me plus I feast better
No need to show me where it's at, a real go getter
Boy put down that little strap we all know hitters
All capable of serving beats, only one Dilla
That could get you high as me, it's in the sky chilling
Receiving energy while infinitely providing heat
You ain't won till they calling you provocative
You ain't free until you seen a jail cell huh
And locked up if you ain't rich enough for bail huh

Don't know what's worse these Wack ass crack raps
Or the fucking crime
From outer state to outer space, path of the outer mind
Heard them talking all that shit, no need to run them down
They running out of time, take a step outward
Enter yo prime, they take my lines with a grain of salt
But buy into whatever CNN selling
Ain't seen Biden in a minute
Where the fuck is Kamala, Trump as my witness
Tell these fuckers that we, tell these fuckers that we back for business

Whip it real hard, real hard, real hard