This is a song about "Robert stevens"

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

But we speaking to heathens and all these even stevens who don't need a reason

Ok i’m wale but you can call me nada

For the first time with robert and ani - yah

Candy evenings, with candy stevens

It's moe, all i need is more chips

Our relationship was like a bad poem, robert frost

Dad wasn't around -- my father figure was too short

Once as a slave who imagined being free

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

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Reminisce upon the days when i was watching even stevens/