Imagine going to the white house you all hype in shyt
bruh1: ay yo we going to the white house they goin have food
bruh2: ay fukk the prez ima eat
bruh3: shyt they gon have the best of the best im tlkin the best steak, blackened chicken. lobster, shrimp, king crab, best cakes and deserts . .I mean this the prez bruh gotta be eating the best
bruh1: don't they test that shyt for quality can't have the pres eating bullshyt
bruh8: STFU ITS 3 AM DAMN
bruhs in unison:
The big day arrives
bruhs: dammmmmmm this the white house we here bruhs, long way to the top things only gon get better
servant: I hope you boys ready to eat
bruhs: hel . . yessss sir is it through that door?
servant: sure is
bruhs: ay bruh do they got them mini crossaints from paris and shyt
servant: . . .we got croissants
bruhs: i told yall nikkas they was gon treat us right
servant: alright through that door to meet mr.trump and feast young men
bruhs: *enter room* . . . wtf
*stares at trump and at table full of fast food
bruh1: what kind of section 8 meal is this
bruh2: this nikka a fool this nikka got mexico to cater our lunch
trump: hey boys I heard you did good work out there eat up
bruhs in unison: ain't this a bytch