This is a song about "Keenan and kel"

And get it again and again

Bet i get like 8 of them

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

With hi-tek on the score, once more, of course

Patron black, uh, patron jones

And nasty remains and bones

Where you welcome to problems

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

Thunder and clouds amaze and peer

Which made me have to wait like leap year

Ybm and emp it's like we brothers

And their mothers and fathers

Took the van, went snatch her

And don't ever (and don't ever)