This is a song about "Robert boyle"

Given us the fruits of liberation from your toil

Your balls get susan boyle

You have laid your footprint in the soil

I'm after lady boyle

Uh, that shit you talk don't move me nada

For the first time with robert and ani - yah

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

Our relationship was like a bad poem, robert frost

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

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