This is a song about "Robert boyle"

Our relationship was like a bad poem, robert frost

Apologizing for my actions, sometimes i get bored

Monday night wrestling, i’m so fucking raw

For the first time with robert and ani - yah

My rapping made you soil

I'm after lady boyle

Your balls get susan boyle

So pass the baby oil

I got plans for you look in the sky baby

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