This is a song about "Robert w"

Not w/ your niece on your lap holding you down

The fourth one, i like to kick around

Can't nothing come between me and you

You wont win even with a w,

I'm walking with a w, while you're still catchin l's

I'm the c.e.o. of diplomat records, i sign myself

Morehaha, coming to a ghetto near you

I'll go to walmart and reverse the w!

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

I got plans for you look in the sky baby

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

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

Lakim shabazz, 2pac, n-w-a., cube, hey, doc, ren

Dress pimping-like and toast like less when

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

Our relationship was like a bad poem, robert frost