This is a song about "Robert frost"

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

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

Our relationship was like a bad poem, robert frost

But daddy gotta order somethin dealers can't afford

Our children must be taught, of africa

For the first time with robert and ani - yah

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

It's buttery as jack frost under some miami heat

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

The real cost is being lost heartless frost in my fuckin playscape no escape

Back down, backing ultra dreams like some bad sleep

I'm damn lost like jack frost in the heat

Right past the poor in clothes they can't afford

Fakes try to put me on de-frost, they be glossed,