This is a song about "Robert patrick"

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

Our relationship was like a bad poem, robert frost

Chop you up in the basement like my name was patrick bateman

I’m popping now, every other hour, paparazzi come

I'm a baller, literally

I'm patrick smoking trees with bob, spongy

Everything is good but these haters wish i would stop

Tryin to find ya boy big patrick and turn ya prince to a frog.

While im rapping like emniem wayne or drizzy these nigga being patrick

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick

Step out on the block all the bitches they still in shock

Have you been living under patrick star's rock?

For the first time with robert and ani - yah

Used to call me the african don dada

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

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free