Trump shuts the door on Diddy.

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!