This is a song about "Robert gill ii"

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

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

And victory tastes sweet, even when the enemy can throw salt

Our relationship was like a bad poem, robert frost

For the first time with robert and ani - yah

Used to call me the african don dada

It's the part ii repetition, murder with guided precision

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son