This is a song about "Robert stevens"

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

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

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

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

Candy evenings, with candy stevens

Our relationship was like a bad poem, robert frost

Inspired by that ganja most 9-to-5ers just can't afford

For the first time with robert and ani - yah

See, baby, i'm a leader day away from a libra

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

Reminisce upon the days when i was watching even stevens/