This is a song about "Robert w"

No snakes, royalty hating niggas don’t get no pussy

Said i'm bad motherfucker from the w e s t

Look, i lost my nigga over nothing though

Then ima trouble you, i spit a killer f-l-o-w

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

We get hit w/ them double standards,

Flyest nigga in this bitch, and i don't even own no chain

Salmon river leap stream another triple w dot domain

You wont win even with a w,

Ya so fine i got to give it to you

I l-o-v-e the thc, w-double-e-d, either n-a-m-e doesnt matter to me,

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

I just want to be on my w-double e-d,

Threw the sack to his lil' niggas workin the set

Our relationship was like a bad poem, robert frost

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