This is a song about "Robert gay shoot kill money bitches"

Why does it matter anyway, your gay,

Chill with my crew on blacc friday

1 for the money, 2 for the bitches

Felatio fetish, broads know me where i live

Later bitches, i'm off to kill the haters,

I refuse to be another being on this earth

I shoot to kill, will i miss? no dice, you got no chance, you're dead on sight. on sight.

Period gonei'm off the hook like cordless phonesmy identity so right

It's surreal how many bitches kill before the beat would seal.

If that bitch don't like you, she gonna tell you how she feel

Bitches dissappoint you but money won’t ever stress you

I steady the flow, ready to blow like snotty tissue

Oh, not again! another critic writing report

Our relationship was like a bad poem, robert frost

How beautiful are thou, africa

For the first time with robert and ani - yah