This is a song about "Inessa kaufman"

No crucifix chains, i’m ain’t sure if i’m forgiven, lord

Our relationship was like a bad poem, robert frost

You're the john mccain to his robert e. lee/

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

I'll come up on ya with an ak or a thompson like i'm n.w.a straight outta

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

For the first time with robert and ani - yah

They infiltrate our homes, africa