Now this is a story all about how
My regime got flipped, turned upside down
And I'd like to take a minute, just sit right there
I'll tell you how I became the Prince of Red Square.
In Damascus born and raised
On power was where I spent most of my days
Chilling out, maxing, relaxing all cool
And shooting down protests outside of the school
When a few rebel groups who were up to no good
Started making trouble in my neighborhood
My army fled like cowards and the Russians got scared
Said, "You're moving with Putin, you'll be safer there!"
I whistled for a plane and when it came near
The license plate said "Putin" and it had bears in the mirror
If anything I could say that this plane was rare
But I thought "Nah, forget it. Yo, habibi to Red Square!"
I pulled up to the Kremlin about seven or eight
And I yelled to the driver "Yo homes smell ya later!"
Looked at my kingdom, I was finally there
To sit on a throne as the Prince of Red Square
