This is a song about "Robert de niro"

Regardless to all them, i appease her

Slick rick, de la soul, and rakim spit sicker,

Monday night wrestling, i’m so fucking raw

For the first time with robert and ani - yah

Cause all you got now is too much room space, shoe space

Gone with out a trace when i deliver coup de grace

Lookin’ at my rollie, ’bout thirty grand what that cost

Our relationship was like a bad poem, robert frost

And eventho tha tints locced, i'm rollin in de honda/

Tryna see if real lyric spittin can buy me a porsche

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

And teachers thought i was dumb or crazy

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

Fif-tee /nine times till ya de-ceased/ im sick son new form of disease/