Roses are red violets are blue, Beezow Doo-doo Zopittybop-bop-bop is schizophrenic and so is Beezow Doo-doo Zopittybop-bop-bop.
The sound and the rhythm of that “name” is beginning to sound a little familiar, musically speaking. I’d be willing to bet he heard it through the haze of drugs and schizoprenia and thought it was a personal revelation, whatever it actually was. A refrain with “bop-bop-bop” sort if echoing off, eighties-nineties urban contemporary.