This is a song about "Robby and chr"

Or closed casket for our troubles

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

Slice and slash, bite and gnash, bite and mash, fight and smash,

But money never lasts, in fact it's only last

To war with the coppers

And their mothers and fathers

Big money, i’m talking bad hoes

Riddles and jokes and scary crows

Thunder and clouds amaze and peer

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Seven, what's religion nigga? i am legend

Social conditioning and

But nah, he is quite different

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that

And some strawberries and some chocolate