This is a song about "Robert gill ii"

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

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

Our relationship was like a bad poem, robert frost

Life was diggin’ me deeper, i kept on coming up short

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

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

My momma a og which makes me a don dada

For the first time with robert and ani - yah