This is a song about "Red neck robert"

Our relationship was like a bad poem, robert frost

And victory tastes sweet, even when the enemy can throw salt

Skies are black, clouds are red

Probably die getting some head

Sb horror pack monsters under my bed

Flow tighter than a noose on you neck

Our children must be taught, of africa

For the first time with robert and ani - yah

Covered the room in splattered red,

Millie on my neck, thumbin through that check

Is not far from white girls with big bread

Wrap my lasso round you neck,

The pain still clinging to his broken frame, neck red and inflamed,

They see me in that lavender tank, you'd rather just faint

And burned inside a bonfire while a tire on his neck

I'm wolf, ace gon' put that fucking hole in my head