This is a song about "Robert w"

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

Cause i'm tearing through you (w)rappers like children on christmas morning

Ya so fine i got to give it to you

I'll go to walmart and reverse the w!

This is just the w-double e-d, speaking through me,

No smilescause ain't a thing funny

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

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

Apologizing for my actions, sometimes i get bored

Our relationship was like a bad poem, robert frost

For the first time with robert and ani - yah

Educate yourselves, of africa

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

That i just haven't came up with a name yet

If you know like i know, you should lie low

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