This is a song about "Robert boyle"

Our children must be taught, of africa

For the first time with robert and ani - yah

You niggas comedy, i'm laughing at you probably

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

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

Our relationship was like a bad poem, robert frost

Given us the fruits of liberation from your toil

I'm after lady boyle

So pass the baby oil

Your balls get susan boyle