This is a song about "Robby the cryer"

Still the man with the pan

Like as if i didn’t know man

I'm a son of gun

The bigger the the fun

He got a wife, ex-wife, and a baby mother

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

Saw the bombs on the news

Niggas couldn't fill my shoes

My parents went away on a week's vacation and

The water from the past is the same water in the present

Where the fuck the chorus

Hop off the bus

As the tao converted the thief

Cause there'll never be peace

And even when it's dark out, the sun is shining somewhere

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air